SXSW: Day Two - Sasha

Hello, Internet! It is 6:40AM in Central Daylight Time (or 7:40AM in EST, as the Good Lord intended), and because everyone else in the VICE SXSW House is asleep, I guess I'm going to blog.

Today (yesterday?) was Day Two of SXSW's music programming, which means that my blood is 93% Lone Star and I can barely remember what my family looks like. In typical SXSW fashion, I took yesterday morning to hastily develop a pseudo-comprehensive showcase schedule of bands I wanted to catch in action before the week was out. Also in typical SXSW fashion, I did not make it to any one of those showcases.

Here's a breakdown of Day Two:

Walking past the Camel cigarette freebie line, which was comprised entirely of sickly people in wheelchairs.

Photo shamelessly stolen from Brooklyn Vegan.

Nü Sensae @ Enabler/Don Giovanni/Suicide Squeeze/Sacred Bones Holy Mountain Showcase

Vancouver's punk scene is pretty untouchable right now, which is kind of strange seeing as you'd expect a Canadian mosh pit to consist of someone accidentally stepping on someone else's toe and then both parties apologizing profusely to one another for the rest of the show. I've been into Nü Sensae since I was first turned onto them months ago by White Lung frontwoman/Noisey Senior Women's Correspondent/my pretend mom and platonic long-distance life partner Mish Way, but seeing these guys live was the visceral shot of adrenaline to the heart I'd been missing so far this SXSW.

Photo shamelessly stolen from Brooklyn Vegan.

White Lung @ Enabler/Don Giovanni/Suicide Squeeze/Sacred Bones Holy Mountain Showcase

Let's just get something out of the way: yes, Mish has heavy ties with this site, but the reason why we love working with Mish and rep her so hard is because she is the literal best. White Lung 1AM Holy Mountain set was an unrelenting, to-the-point, punk rock blitzkrieg cunt-punch made even better by the fact that the front row was packed out with women throwing 'bows. Ladies is hardcore too.

Nü Sensae drummer Daniel Pitout launching into an impromptu cover of "The Greatest Love of All. That guy is a serious triple threat (drummer/singer/Fight Club cast member doppelgänger).

Falafel sandwich from the Schmaltz truck behind the expertly-curated Farewell Books.

Drug dealers have the universal all access pass.

Hopelessly shaking my fists at Austin's 2AM last call time.

Sasha is like a shark: if she stops moving, she will die. Follow her on Twitter - @sashahecht