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Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Day 6 - Sunday 18 SXSW

And so we come to the final day that is this marathon known as the South By Southwest music festival.

After being out to the wee hours of the morn, Sunday doesn't really begin in reality until the early afternoon.


For the second year in a row, the Sunday restaurant of choice was Guero's

Texting back and forth for the entire time in Austin during this week (after the obligatory social networking  messaging during the months leading up to) - a meeting was finally had between myself and fellow MOG writer "mama" (who also goes by the name Lisa).

 Captured for the MOG-o-sphere, this photo had to be taken.


The traveling roadcrew having a breezy early-afternoon meal and beverages.  Lisa, yours truly, LG, Ana and James fuel up for more musical exploits.


Into the bowels of the beast one more time, we headed over to the open all day party at Beerland to catch the punk-glam-psych sounds of Brooklyn's own Xray Eyeballs.

OJ, Carly and Liz had the Xray-rock going full tilt on this day.


Amusingly, the drummer played as a mysterious shrouded phantom.


OJ and Carly front the band with the classic boy-girl tandem of alternating lead vocals.


Liz adds quite a bit to the overall sound by way of backing up on rhythm guitar and keyboards.


A perfect way to spend the last afternoon in Austin


Xray clatter to make your head and heart shatter


Another performer of note was a synth driven act from Kentucky going by the clever name of Idiot Glee.  An actual solo act with appealingly textured machines, the set was impressive as we observed from the comfort zone of Xray Eyeball's merch table.



Now there was anticipation building for a return engagement of last year's stand out Sunday night performer - Vockah Redu.


 Always exhibiting a flair for the dramatic, Vockah had Beerland whipped up into a New Orleans bounce frenzy.


When familiarity is not doing it's job (breeding contempt) - it may actually make the heart grow fonder.

Such is the case with an artist I knew nothing about a year ago, but this year found me looking forward to the performance.


Duly impressed with the Beerland show, we literally followed him over to his next scheduled show at The Mohawk nearby.


  Which then became the final stop on this years South By Southwest extravaganza.

A fitting end to a week that takes over two of them to recap.