The shop’s manager, Caroline DeBrahl, mans the counter and makes sure to announce that they’re out of their best-selling flavor. Her red lipstick is drawn on immaculately and her peppy personality makes people smile as soon as she greets them. Royer’s Pie Haven is out of apple pie — or as they call it, “Not My Mom’s Apple Pie.”
This year’s South By Southwest had its fair share of glaring issues, as does everything that happens — ever. Some of the more pressing matters concerned fan safety, the evermore-exclusionary atmosphere and the oversaturation of big ass businesses. But please, save the commentary on Austin’s increasing corporatization for a more pretentious article. There is a more minute, but infinitely frustrating problem that has been making its presence known at every live music event, be it at Red 7 or Austin Music Hall.
Call me obsessed, but the second thing I do every morning (after cursing my alarm to Hell) is lunge for my phone to check my text messages. In the sincerest act of vanity, I nearly set fire to my screen as my thumb races to and fro, checking with the utmost diligence to make sure I didn’t miss any action. But on Monday morning, I stumbled upon a message from my best friend, sent at 3:25 a.m., that stopped me dead in my tracks: “The singer of GWAR died :(”
The past two months marked hellos and goodbyes for Late Night on NBC.
America said farewell to Jay Leno, a name that has been married to The Tonight Show for its past 18 years and 22 seasons. And, after five seasons as the host of Late Night, Jimmy Fallon gained the coveted spot as the new host of The Tonight Show, no doubt to become another legendary name in the long line of Tonight Show greats. March welcomed Seth Meyers, a face most familiarized as the host of the Weekend Update on Saturday Night Live, as the new Late Night host, and many viewers believe only time will tell how the talk show host rookie will shape Late Night into his very own.
Social media outlets are good for many things: keeping up with friends, connecting with classmates and checking out the latest buzz around town. They're also tools for spying on your significant other. I don't necessarily condone this, for multiple reasons - one being that curiosity will drive you crazy. I don't want to have to wonder about each girl that "likes" my man's Facebook status. My roommate's boyfriend actually deleted his Facebook profile because he was tired of seeing comments like "Wow, sexy," on her photos.
I didn’t see anything at first. I had been resting the entire weight of my body on the railing overlooking the bottom floor of The Mohawk, right above the stage. All of us lined up against the metal barrier — delirious and drooping in exhaustion — had become friends over the past couple of hours waiting to see Tyler, the Creator. We had stood there guarding our spots, sharing South by stories (who saw what band, which celebrity took a picture with who, etc.), exchanging phones and numbers, taking turns to go to the restroom, buy drinks and eat hot dogs. I was tired — already on my SXSW Day 6 — and I was hardly paying attention to the band anymore. I looked out onto the street. Mindlessly.
