Saw a great singer named Kendra Morris do a few songs with Funk Brother Dennis Coffey. After her set, I asked her how she packs so much soul into such a small frame. "It goes in the butt!" she replied instantly. Something tells me she's been asked that question before. Eddie Murphy taught me that the boogie goes in your butt, and now I know the soul goes there, too.
For the second time in two days, I've heard a band say they had tapes for sale. I realize that four track cassette recorders are probably dirt cheap these days, but still...that doesn't seem like a wise marketing move.
...the Raveonettes. They have been no-shows now three years in a row at SXSW. The story is always that they had visa issues. Why is it so hard for Sune to get a visa? Does he have a history of drug muling or something?
Attention bands: I love the Jesus and Mary Chain so much that if you sound like them, I will probably love you, too. I don't care if you're a blatant rip-off, right down to their fashion (Raveonettes, I'm looking in your direction). And I don't even care if it sounds like your drummer took one lesson from Meg White.