My SXSW part 2

For Friday, I'm going to get lazy and point you to Pitchfork, as I spent most of the afternoon camped at Emo's with them. Especially once I figured out that if I left I'd have an easier time getting in the governor's bathroom than back in there. But the Forkers showed their muscle by bringing out a superb lineup - Fujiya & Miyagi, taking imitation to such sincere heights of flattery that it becomes interesting in its own right (at least I dig the whispery vocals); The Ponys, loudest band of the day by far, though with some muddy sound because of/despite that; glimpses of Beach House and Menomena; 30 minutes of aerobics with Girl Talk and his laptop full of music snippets (I'm not cool enough on the latest club tunes to recognize most of his rap samples, though); and a rousing closing set by Peter Bjorn and John. Not a lot of elbow room but still a jolly day.Saturday found me wandering again, as the added bonus of St. Patrick's Day on a weekend brought out ever more drunken fun-seekers. I checked out the Mess With Texas party at Red 7 before that line got out of control, and caught Deerhunter and The Black Lips. Also a sign announcing free Dewar's... at 1 pm. Could get innaresting. Deerhunter had a good sound and some odd performance-arty moments (bass player douses guitar player with water, guitar player tries to kick him and falls down, gets up with blood on face, etc.), and I literally had to come home and Google their singer to see if he was "okay." He mainly performed wearing a green sundress and is one of the thinnest people I've ever seen. Turns out he has something called Marfan's Syndrome, so at least he's not just strung out or wasting away and everyone's too cool to step in.Then it was over to Club DeVille and Hot Freaks blogger party, though I found a chair and a magazine while the Young Knives played in the background somewhere. The Rosebuds got me up on my feet and dancing to my limited extent, with the most exuberant show of the weekend. Their singer also diced it and cut his cheek - am I a bad luck charm or something?The afternoon sort of dribbled away there, as the line to get in the other half of the party looked intimidating, and I wasn't that concerned with seeing the Polyphonic Spree again. So instead I took in a film fest screening of Monterey Pop, and lemme tell you, if Janis Joplin, Otis Redding or Jimi Hendrix had played this weekend, they would have been the most exciting shows in town by a factor of hundreds. 40 years, people. Are we making progress??