Greg Ginn, Big Scenic Nowhere, Glitter Wizard
March 19, 2011
Marginally better than: Listening to Billy Joel records in a Seattle parking garage.
It's SXSW season, and few things are longer than the faces of Facebook non-attendees this year. My newsfeed rolls like the tear-sodden Jordan with tales of locked-out, broke-ass woe from the West Coast rock elite. Pals in Austin are having too much fun to post updates I'd ignore anyway in favor of fresh horrors from Libya and Japan. Being so far from the main event was for me nowhere near as frustrating as holding one press ticket to Friday's sold-out Devo show at the Warfield, and being told to wait in the rain for the fast-diminishing chance to buy my photographer another ticket for the low! low! price of five Jacksons and two Lincolns. At that point, I wouldn't have hung five more minutes to see the Risen Elvis, much less Ohioans with flowerpots on their heads.