Local Natives
By John Paul Mason • Mar 22nd, 2010 • Category: featuresAlmost a year ago today, like many music fans around the world I was eagerly anticipating the annual SXSW festival and what new delights it would serve up for the ears.
Almost a year ago today, like many music fans around the world I was eagerly anticipating the annual SXSW festival and what new delights it would serve up for the ears.
“Y’all know the Doctor? Doctor John? Mac Rebennack?” Robbie Robertson’s famous Last Waltz introduction was not necessary this evening as everyone here knew who they were coming to see.
Arising in the campsite on Sunday morning, having successfully negotiated my way in on Saturday night sans wristband, I made the conscious decision to get out as quickly as possible. The place was like a scene from Mad Max 2, feral children gnawing on remnants of food and scouring for the last drops of alcohol [...]
Arising in the campsite on Sunday morning, having successfully negotiated my way in on Saturday night sans wristband, I made the conscious decision to get out as quickly as possible. The place was like a scene from Mad Max 2
After a much needed kip in my own bed, I ventured back up to Balado, with surprising ease, on one of the many shuttle buses. I was fully expecting long queues on my arrival at St Andrews Bus Station but thankfully my fears were unfounded.