SXSW - Sat, March 17th

Live from Scotland: Shitdisco

Every year, you swear to yourself that you will find alternate routes to maneuver the Sixth Street on St. Patrick's day, and every year you forget or get too loaded and find yourself backstroking through a sea of jello-shot hoovering, stiletto-tottering, verdantly outfitted U of T students looking to whoop it up. They're a surreal injection into the conference populace, who are now starting to show the effects of four solid days of drinking, schmoozing, rocking, and ricocheting from venue to venue. Our forearms are purple from wrist to elbow with stamps, the plastic day party wristbands are cutting off our circulation, we're sunburnt, and, oh, yeah, maneuvering on about four hours of sleep. We're all ratcheting up to that level of cranky that can only be healed with a two-day nap or a lot of valium. more