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Planet Booty - Swan Dive, SXSW, Austin TX - March 19, 2015
[Oakland]
My desire to see this band was only exacerbated by the venue’s unwillingness to
open even five minutes before the band was set to play. The door man smiled
cheerfully and pretended like we’d never met when he finally let me in at
exactly 1:00pm – I was, apparently, the only person obsessed with seeing this
band. It was literally me, the doorman, and the bartender. So I sat as far back
in the room as I could because it was already looking like the kind of show
where you don’t want the band to notice a nice quiet girl like yourself. There
was a blonde man strutting around in leopard tights that didn’t leave his penis
to your imagination. There was a guy in sunglasses and an Adidas suit, who I
thought was The Manager until he got on keyboards. And then a dorky curly
haired guy on guitar and drums. I loved them 1st because they maintained
a great attitude despite the lack of audience. I loved them 2nd because
the energy stayed amazing throughout. The lead singer is a fanatical preacher
of the booty message. Generally really stupid lyrics, often borderline
offensive. I had them logged as booty rap – they started off more old school
soul funk. Adidas was doing autotune and I realized for the first time that
autotune isn’t even something new – all of sudden I had this vague memory of a
classic soul song with autotune (a friend suggested it’s Marvin Gaye). By this
time, the sound and dramatics had dragged a few people in off the street – they
were all called out individually and forced to dance – even though it was a
little early in the day for dancing. And finally they did some booty rap – with
a 90s sound. To me, the most amusing thing about bands like this at SXSW is
that they manage to crack smiles out of the too-cool-for-school masses. I
finally had to leave because I could see I was at risk of being personally
humped by the lead singer in a desperate attempt to switch my
dancing-on-the-inside to dancing-on-the-outside.
[Oakland]
My desire to see this band was only exacerbated by the venue’s unwillingness to
open even five minutes before the band was set to play. The door man smiled
cheerfully and pretended like we’d never met when he finally let me in at
exactly 1:00pm – I was, apparently, the only person obsessed with seeing this
band. It was literally me, the doorman, and the bartender. So I sat as far back
in the room as I could because it was already looking like the kind of show
where you don’t want the band to notice a nice quiet girl like yourself. There
was a blonde man strutting around in leopard tights that didn’t leave his penis
to your imagination. There was a guy in sunglasses and an Adidas suit, who I
thought was The Manager until he got on keyboards. And then a dorky curly
haired guy on guitar and drums. I loved them 1st because they maintained
a great attitude despite the lack of audience. I loved them 2nd because
the energy stayed amazing throughout. The lead singer is a fanatical preacher
of the booty message. Generally really stupid lyrics, often borderline
offensive. I had them logged as booty rap – they started off more old school
soul funk. Adidas was doing autotune and I realized for the first time that
autotune isn’t even something new – all of sudden I had this vague memory of a
classic soul song with autotune (a friend suggested it’s Marvin Gaye). By this
time, the sound and dramatics had dragged a few people in off the street – they
were all called out individually and forced to dance – even though it was a
little early in the day for dancing. And finally they did some booty rap – with
a 90s sound. To me, the most amusing thing about bands like this at SXSW is
that they manage to crack smiles out of the too-cool-for-school masses. I
finally had to leave because I could see I was at risk of being personally
humped by the lead singer in a desperate attempt to switch my
dancing-on-the-inside to dancing-on-the-outside. 
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