I have the hangover that I was asking for. Just as our esteemed editor did recently I set out last night with the intention of feeling terrible today, not for the sake of a testing out a hangover cure, but just because I had spent the entire week being shockingly responsible—and it’s not a true SXSW experience if you don’t wake up wanting to die at least once.
After a day of finishing off all of the work-related responsibilities I had to fulfill during the festival I headed over to Viceland to catch the excellent Brooklyn punk band Parquet Courts. Due to some production delays I ended up only catching half of one of their songs, but it was great, as per usual with that band. I did get to see Erykah Badu DJ, which was a dreamy surprise, especially since she’s actually a really good DJ. Her set was an unaggressively bumping blend of recent R&B, vintage soul, and old school hip-hop, and she had a live microphone in front of her for whenever she was moved to sing along. Erykah Badu singing over old Stevie Wonder songs is better than 99 percent of the other music happening at SXSW. On my way out I walked past Waka Flocka Flame, who is far taller in person than you might expect.