Tucson's own Casey Dewey (you may know him as Dewtron) is recapping his adventures at SXSW for us:

Still alive and kicking. Just shotgunned a PBR for breakfast. Last night was a blur, but we can cut through the fog and get down to business.

Andrew W.K. - I had decided to make the Thrasher Magazine Death Match party over at the Scoot Inn (supposedly Austin’s oldest bar) my headquarters; my go-to destination to get the day rolling or to stop by and center myself with a can of Lone Star. My way station. The gods must have been smiling upon me yesterday, because as soon as I walked up I heard the opening salvos of the my official SXSW theme song - “Party Hard”. The place was packed, mohawked kids were flinging through the air, girls were taking off their shirts, dudes were making like Old Faithful and spouting beer throughout. I don’t think Mr. W.K. sleeps; he’s playing something like two shows a day as well as sitting on a dozen panels.

BOAN - I’m a sucker for female lead singer/male keyboard player duos. The Chris & Cosey formula is a flawless model, and some bands just nail it on the head, Glass Candy currently being the kings and queens of the scene. BOAN, from Houston, are checkmating for that position. Playing only a few short songs at an early set time, they had the small crowd that had gathered in the palm of their hands. It wasn’t too long after they started that a full on dance party erupted. I’m gonna work on getting them to Tucson, BOAN will go over sugary sweet over at Opti Club.

Com Truise - Like Airwolf flying through Interzone, or replacing Neo with Sonny Crockett in The Matrix, the oh-so-cleverly monikered Com Truise is a DJ that specializes in over the top synthesizer arpeggios with down and dirty murky grime. With a live drummer to boot! Another set that was a full on rager, the Beauty Bar backyard patio was a throbbing mass of dancers.. Long live the new flesh!

The Cro-Mags - I never really got into New York Hardcore, but I had to check out the Cro-Mags. They’ve been around forever, and they’re near legendary status. Buuuuuut....I left after two songs. It was an over 18 show, and to be honest, I felt like a narc. So thank you Cro-Mags, you made a lot of muscular dudes happy.

Somehow I ended up at gypsy camp with a bevy of Yacht Rock 8 Tracks. I’m not sure what happened, but I do remember playing Fleetwood Mac and The Doobie Brothers for a while before passing out. Onwards and upwards. Over and out!