Ghost Wolves - Aquarium, SXSW, Austin TX - March 20, 2015

[Austin] I guess I’d given up by this point – there was a band on my list playing here from Austin whom I’d already seen but I was there early and planned to stick around – it wasn’t too crowded, the crowd was pleasantly middle-aged, and I found a seat. It was raining outside. I just wanted to sit in one place and so I did. This was the band before the band I wanted to see. They were terrible – the woman was weird for the sake of being weird – only bare miniscules of musicality – art punk. She was beautiful, though, and in my bitchniess, I imagined the drummer had to stay in this weird duo because he was in love with her. She also had the best guitar strap I’d ever seen in my life – made up of big ornate tin plates. She’s probably the creative force behind the band but it’s maybe more of a case of more enthusiasm than talent. An obnoxious very drunk frat-looking guy who had been moshing by himself throughout the set yelled at the end “Keep it up – keep it up!” He meant to be nice but it came out really condescending. The woman gasped & winced – I did too but then chuckled because it was kind of true.