SXSW Travelogue: The Epilogues house all of Denver, hang with the Bravery and do shots with Danny Pudi of Community
The Epilogues with Sam Endicott of the Bravery
Friday, March 18
Here we are again in Austin for the least "Texas" thing that the state has to offer... thousands of liberal, godless musicians showcasing themselves to the world. We did a small tour on our way to SXSW this year with our dear friends and enablers, The Photo Atlas. So needless to say, by the time we arrived in Austin, our blood was made up of primarily whiskey, and I have the distinct feeling that that ratio isn't going to shift anytime soon.
We got into town at 6:30 a.m. on Wednesday morning, after driving through the night from our show in Tulsa the night before. That afternoon, we met up with one of our managers, who had just arrived from New York, and went over our agenda for the week (unlike our previous years at the festival, where we took more of a "what-would-Ted-Kennedy-do" approach to how we carried ourselves, we have to be professionals this time around).
We ran into some trouble while setting up for our first show, when we were 100 percent unable to find parking after unloading. We actually brought Denver's own Nate Meese (who, from here on out, will be referred to as captain Xabi) with us to play auxiliary guitars, and I have to take a minute to tell you all that he is the MVP of this trip. He had to park the van in a random neighborhood near the downtown area, and then ran a seven-minute mile to get back to the venue just in time for our set. Afterward, we met up with some other Denver musicians and proceeded to bounce around the different showcases for a bit.
We actually rented a house for the week with our good friend (and fellow Denver musician), Input and his crew. But apparently none of our other friends seemed to be too concerned about where they were going to stay when they got here, so our house has now become a YMCA for Denver bands. We are housing a real dude stew here, with about twenty different guys crashing at our place (all of whom are currently yelling about who's the mayor of what on "Foursquare" - FYI: Input is currently mayor of Bill Threlkeld's lap).
Yesterday was super hectic for us. We had meetings with a few people bright and early (by bright and early, I mean 11 a.m.). We mostly just bounced around for the first half of the day, but then once the sun set, things went nuts. We were supposed to play at this big outdoor tent at 8 p.m. last night, but the venue was being run by the absolute worst promoter I've ever seen, and we didn't get onstage until 10:30.
This mean-spirited, tie-dyed disaster of a woman allowed everyone to go about twenty minutes over their set time, and then she just added her son's friend's band to the schedule without telling anybody, and yelled at us when we didn't understand why these ponytailed brokebacks were loading onstage in front of us.
All that aside, I will say that the show went really well. We ended up packing the tent at probably close to 600, and because it was St. Patrick's Day, and everyone was drunk, no one was too cool to dance. I would like to thank JP Manza from Take to the Oars, because the guy they had running sound at that show was clearly new to it, and JP stepped in, and really saved the night.
We were pleasantly surprised when our managers, Pete Galli and Chris Hower, informed us that we were all VIP for another little band that Pete manages called The Bravery. We headed over to catch their set at 2 a.m. (conventional laws don't apply this week, neither do standard business hours). We ran into The Photo Atlas as we were walking in, and I guess the girl running the VIP check-in is a huge Photo Atlas fan because she recognized them, and then hooked them all up with passes, too, so we all headed in and set up shop.