*At a crowded seminar entitled "Why All the Clamor for Entertainment News?", Village Voice senior editor Ann Powers claimed that Hootie & the Blowfish are "fascinating." Because she's a respected professional, no one laughed at her. Perhaps one-tenth as many conventioneers checked out primers on Tejano and hip-hop--unsurprising, given the overwhelmingly Caucasian complexion of the event as a whole. The panels addressing these last two subjects were configured identically: People of color were present as commentators, but the moderators were white. Organizers must have decided that we palefaces needed translators, à la Barbara Billingsley in Airplane. Thanks, but I already speak jive.
*In town to hype an enhanced-CD version of Faust, Randy Newman sat for an interview with a windy sycophant whose numbing questions largely prevented Newman from doing what he's best at: playing and singing. After an hour, scores of fans found themselves doing the unthinkable--walking out on one of the planet's greatest living songwriters.
*Newman wasn't the only famous person at the confab. There were scores of them--and as a result, most attendees chose to let little-known acts twist in the wind. Among the groups at the end of their rope on Thursday was Denver's Jux County, who put on a bracing display for around thirty people, half of them from Colorado. The next night, Jux's Andy Monley was still depressed: "I'm going to have to rethink my life," he muttered. The members of Boulder's Acoustic Junction, a late add to the lineup, had better luck; they offered up their rambling, loping musical marathons (note that I avoided using the "neo-H" word) before a sympathetic throng at White Rabbit, a joint whose decor is dominated by tie-dye and paisley. Go ask Alice--when she's ten feet tall.
(Denver's 16 Horsepower, once part of the SXSW roster, didn't play at all. Fest spokesperson Leah Wilkes says representatives from A&M, the trio's label, told her that a 16 Horsepower appearance was a top priority at the company. However, a week after the act made the cut, A&M big wigs changed their minds. Horsepower bassist Keven Soll didn't know anything about this bizarre turn of events until he was informed of it by Westword.)
*Bands plowing the post-Nirvana field were everywhere at SXSW. Of the 96 groups I sampled over the course of the fest, 31 fell into this category. A handful of these were pretty good, but far too many made the Stone Temple Pilots seem like striking originals by comparison. The next most overstuffed bracket was roots rock. And the roomiest? Performers who couldn't be pigeonholed at all.
*The blur that was Thursday night, condensed:
Older faces. Geraldine Fibbers was a lot better live than on LP. Iggy Pop, his long hair bleached blond, looked like a flat-chested version of Baywatch's Pamela Lee. Wayne Hancock's throwback country was absolutely gorgeous. The Nields and Skiploader bit the big colostomy bag. And Fred Schneider, looking disturbingly like Ray Walston circa My Favorite Martian, presented an intentional/unintentional satire of the genre we call modern rock. It sounded ultra-lousy, which may have been just what Schneider wanted.
Newer faces. Birdy, from Hattiesburg, Mississippi, specialized in sweet pop played loud. Dallas's Caulk sucked same. The New Orleans Klezmer All Stars gave Eastern European folk a delicious Cajun tang. Austin's dreamy Billy White, a star in the making, did such a convincing Hendrix shtick that it left witnesses gasping. Fierro, led by two Emilio lookalikes schooled in Garth Brooks moves, made some of the most theatrical Tejano you'll ever hear. And Ambrosia Parsley, a fine, bluesy singer-songwriter, emoted like crazy for ten people at the State Theatre. Hope it was worth the trip from L.A., Ambrosia.
*Panelist Mark Shumate, owner of Denver-based Bohemia Beat Records, provided an answer to the question posed by the Friday symposium "How Can You Get Retail's Attention?": Spread some money around. Shumate revealed how he's paid stores for putting his discs in listening centers and touted a contest in which he gave $50 to any clerk who was playing a certain Bohemia Beat CD when he called. That's indie promotion, Nineties style.
*Later, at "Is AAA Still Relevant?" Boulder-based radio consultant Dennis Constantine revealed how Adult Album Alternative stations see their audience. He said that those over thirty are generally "passive" listeners who like "background" music; hence, programmers must "spoon-feed" them new artists who sound enough like past favorites to make them "comfortable." I'll bet those of you into the Peak, the Mix, Alice, KBCO and other AAA derivatives feel right on the cutting edge now.
*The most entertaining seminar of the weekend was "Were the Grateful Dead Really Any Good?" For more than an hour, people with diametrically opposed opinions talked past each other in an acid-tinged variation on the Jerry Springer show. Attempts to contact Jerry Garcia via Ouija board were unsuccessful.