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Originally posted by evenodds
So much for "what happens at ACL, stays at ACL."
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That is what I thought until I visited the clinic this morning.
Please forgive me if I ramble, as I am posting while emergin from the fog of what must have been a Roofie-GHB-Lone Star Beer-Powdered Rhino Horn-Whiskey-Bathtub Ecstasy cocktail. The last thing I remember seeing Saturday night was the steps leading down to E/O's basement. I first awoke sometime Sunday afternoon in Zilker Park, wet with rain and lube, naked except for a few remaining strands of 3/4" speaker wire bound to my wrists and ankles. Somewhere, a llama wept.
I can share the few personal highlights of my ACL experience that I do remember. This festival is a tradition in the making. I highly recommend finding an oddman for recommendations. They did not disappoint.
Rebirth of Brass Band - these guys are not so much a band as they are a party. My calves are still sore from dancing so much. Best tuba solo I have heard in many years.
Los Lobos - undisputed kings of southwest rock. LL always put on an entertaining show. Texas Fbers were treated to a bonus, as RT translated the dirty parts, both orally and via interpretive dance. She also played a mean accodian solo.
Robert Randolph - totally blew me away. To say that he takes the steel guitar where it has never been shortchanges him. Randolph also has an incredibly powerful voice and does not let his instrument constrain his mobility - he is an amazing performer and showman, not just a transcendent musician.
Part of what makes ACL such a great experience is just wandering from stage to stage, catching random acts. By doing so, you are exposed to an astonishing variety of genres, all easy to dig because of that special Austin vibe. Hell, I even enjoyed the bluegrass band that was playing at the shuttle stop. Kudos to whomever handled booking.
Special thanks to the Texas crew. Bail money is always appreciated. Your checks are in the mail.
