We here at Rocks Off are only about a week away from chafed inner thighs, weird Japanese punk bands puking in hotel pools and sweating out our morning mojitos while walking to an art space off 4th Street.
South By Southwest is now only a week away. It was all fun and games in December when we were posting our little suppositions of who would be playing, but now this shit is serious.
In addition to all the nightly mess, SXSW is also a great place to get loaded on the cheap during the day. N
All too often, the "folk singer/songwriter" label is a warning shot, promising pseudo protest music, self-indulgent hippie strumming, mid-tempo banality, coffee shops in Boulder, sometimes all four at once. Elvis Perkins is not that kind of singer/songwriter.
For Perkins, the label is merely a descriptor for the fact that he writes and sings. That's about where the comparisons to standard singer/songwriter fare end. On the eponymous debut of his band, Elvis Perkins in Dearland, the folk aspect
Photos by Brandon K. Hernsberger
Elvis Perkins, sly as a foxtrot, sings folk music that like sounds old people disguised as a dance floor - like ba ba ba, or skip-to-my loo. Bring in the ironic headbands, or: folk singers talk like nice people, probably because they totally love all up on Jesus. Which is a weird context to bring to Walter's, mostly because those who frequent the venue are oftentimes there only because they want to say they were, or are there so they can prove to themselves that
