SXSW or bust: notes from the road pt. 1
Tuesday, March 16th, 20107 p.m. It’s Monday night and it feels like the calm before the storm. As I type these words I’m sitting in the back of a van with the four members of Atlanta rock and roll, power pop, whatever you want to call it band, Howlies, and we’re speeding toward Austin, Texas. I think we’re in the Central time zone; as good a time as any to test out the action on this laptop that I borrowed from CL’s marketing director, Leigh Anne Rehkopf — mine was stolen out of the trunk of my car during a smash-and-grab job perpetrated by thieves in Virginia-Highland last month.
Midnight. We didn’t get out of Atlanta until 8 p.m. I’m zapped of energy already. I woke up this morning with a fever, a nagging sniffle and a red raw nose, but the steady intake of DayQuil has me in a pleasant, though hazy head space. GZA’s Liquid Swords is creeping out of my headphones and the he dull thud of every beat and the hiss that smothers every kung-fu chop matches the wheeze in my chest and slurred thoughts in my head. Is it the cold or the cold medicine that’s making it so difficult to concentrate right now? At any rate, it’s all coming together to get my mind off of the fact that I still don’t really have a place to stay once we get there.














1.) Carbonas — Carbonas (Goner Records)