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Holy cow. Lock in your votes now, because ain’t no festival gonna top this year’s Westheimer Block Party. While I’ve been lucky to have participate in some major fun over the past year or so, this past Saturday topped it all. So many good bands, so many good friends, why did it have to end? So there were a bajillion things to see and do, and all I can do is tell you about the things I took in, so here goes…

Just like last time, I was pretty much anchored to the Secret Saturday stage over at the Austin Layne hotel. And real quick, let me just express my gratitude to Carl (Karl?) and the rest of the folks at Austin Layne. You guys rule. You’re the best. Anyhow, I had a couple of errands so I missed the very first hour or so of bands, so sorry if I missed you.

The first band I caught (ok, I admit there was another band but I don’t remember they’re name and they were not what I would classify as “good” so let’s just skip over them) were Searching For Signal on the outside Mango’s stage. Dear Searching For Signal, I have never heard of you, and for a second I thought you were The Eastern Sea because you kind of have that sound and your singer kind of looked like Tomas Garcia-Olano. But you are Searching For Signal, and you were really quite lovely. Thank you.

A search for my band mate, Stacey led me to to the Avant Garden parking lot where her brother’s band Tambersauro were solving some quantified omega equations or something. My AP Calculus helped me enjoy Tambersauro while the jumpsuits helped them keep things (co)efficient.

Before I left that stage I was approached by Andy from our Austin friends Your Kisses Cause Crashes (I’m so sorry I missed you guys!). Ruby from The Pons were short one bass amp. Don’t you worry other Austin friends, april5k’s got you covered. After a very disconcerting (and concert-dissing) power outage The Pons made it happen. Jesus Christ, I love The Pons! Not only did they make like Willie Mays when I ate it off the Co-Lab stage last weekend, they are the sweetest, sugariest, most teeth-rottingest power-pop band this side of the Mississippi. You melt down all your Matthew Sweet and Superdrag albums and somehow they’ll turn into The Pons CD. It’s not lies, it’s science.

The early afternoon proved to be very hectic. I was rushing back and forth trying not to miss my favorite acts and in all the chaos totally missed Airon Paul Dugas (not a good day for APD/Guitars relations but we’ll survive). But I DID catch some of Sew What’s set. Cory’s new accordion made my day. And I did get to hear my favorite song and humbly admit to Stacey that their “we had a short hello, let’s have a long goodbye” song makes me tear up each and every time I hear it. I’m sew glad that I didn’t miss their whole set. (Boooooo, that was a bad joke.)

I scrambled outside, trying not to soak in all the awesome possible, and I who did I stumble upon, but Dead Roses. Even with an iPhone on the drums, they’re still better than your band. Probably the most rock & roll band in town…that actually sounds like rock & roll.

Alright, and now here’s two pleas for understanding: Dear Desmond Zavala, if you are going to break up, how about you do it AFTER the block party, or how about at least you give the poor dude running the stage a heads up. And hey, Cry Blood Apache, how about at least giving the aforementioned heads up that you’ll be a no-show, too. WEAK. Anyhow, it was too big of a disappointment because we were all treated to a little A Thousand Cranes action (is that what it’s called when it’s just Domokos? Or do I just say Domokos made some sweet noise while Coach Springer yelled and KinKaid put on a fashion show?)

Thankfullly, American Sharks helped pick up that two-band slack by rolling up a bit early. And I’m surprised that I was surprised that the Sharks’ new drummer is none other than Mr. Jeoff Johnson. Seriously, I should have just known that.

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