ovenrake wrote:hally was about to select his last song, but no carrier grabbed by the shoulder and told me to start shouting "Surfin' USA"
So I did, because it was open bar, and I would jump off a cliff if no carrier told me to.
Hally played his cover, everyone lost their shit, and i lost my shit.
I was on stage for Hally doing Surfin' USA at Datapop 2010, a now-defunct SXSW show with 8BP backing that was really great while it lasted. It was just such an unfiltered moment of fun to be on stage with 30 people screaming Surfin' USA over a Famicom at the behest of an overwhelmingly exuberant Japanese man. That's actually where I met I, Cactus and most of the Austin people for the first time, too.
Not a Blip Memory™ per se, but that seems like it was in the spirit of all of the wonderful ones you guys all have.
BR1GHT PR1MATE wrote:well… I think Adams lack of memory is for a different, more liquidy fermented, reason
Ahh, a lack of memory does not necessarily imply a lack of experience. How insightful!
Hahahaha.
That gives me another Datapop memory: The venue that used to host it, The Highball, is kind of a strange place. I don't have any ill to speak of it, but it seems like a place with no target audience—it's a super rockabilly posh bar with a bowling alley and karaoke.
Anyway, they had a drink special during Datapop 2011 (the last Datapop), that was 50¢ Milwaukee's Best.
So, of course, the bartender tells me this, and I hand him a dollar bill and say, "I'll take two!"
He cracks the tops on both of them, hands them to me, and says pointedly as I begin to double-fist:
"Don't forget to tip!"
I always tip, but holy shit bartender dude, please chill out. Then again, SXSW is fucking brutal on the service industry workers here… I had a girlfriend work a 90 hour week during a SXSW once.