fpsf five

Though I missed Wildcat! Wildcat!, First Aid Kit, & Lord Huron due to the rains, Free Press was still a success. We made it down just in time for Chvrches, who went beyond my expectations and were my favorite act of the weekend. That show combined with White Noise, a specialty brew from Saint Arnold, made my Fest complete.

The rest of the weekend was compiled of great acts that I had seen before: Big Gigantic, Washed Out, Poolside, Edward Sharpe & Jack White; some old school music: Welcome to Houston and Wu-Tang; some new music: Anamanaguchi and White Sea. My Line-up and links below.

The stage locations had changed from years past nearly eliminating The Hill that had become such an integral part of my FPSF experience. One main stage still featured The Hill on the side of it but it lacked the stadium or amphitheater feel. The stages that were on the street meant less impact on the grass and parks but unfortunately meant it was harder to get around to other stages. The one thing I would change from this years set-up would be additional restrooms; in the center of the festival and in the fancy pants areas. I am glad to see this festival continue to grow providing more must-see acts and adding to the overall fun-level; I just hope that the organizers and staff can keep up with its growth.

Chvrches Washed Out
Welcome to Houston White Sea
Anamanaguchi Poolside
Ishi The Kills
Big Gigantic Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros
Twin Shadow Wu-Tang Clan
Zedd Jack White

finally fall, in Austin at least

When I moved to Austin eight years ago, I knew I was giving up the opportunity to have four full seasons and particular more of the warmer ones. My time in Nebraska taught me that I didn’t want to live in a place with that much cold and that little sunshine. So I am experiencing more and more things about seasons, different ways to value them per say.

Fall does means cooler weather but it also mean so many other things. It means MLB Playoffs, teams playing – especially when facing elimination – their hardest in order to play again tomorrow. It means pumpkin flavored anything: bread, beer, lattes, pancakes and pies. And I can’t NOT MENTION beards and whisky. Fall means football, on every day of the week except for Tuesday and Wednesday; you have to work sometime right? The cooler temps mean jeans and long sleeves and closed-toe shoes. Running times decrease with the temperature and the will to run increases.

Though the month began 17 days ago, it finally feels like it today in Austin. October in particular, nostalgically grows hold of ones soul, proven again and again through music, movies and literature. Here is something I wrote years ago, while reflecting on a falling leaf in Nebraska in October.


Collage of individuality,

Sixty-three degrees,

Colourful confetti,

Suicide of a beautiful thing.

A list of October titled band and songs: Blue October’s band name, U2’s album & song October, James Taylor’s album & song October Road, The Helio Sequence’s October, Green Day’s When September Ends, Pivot’s October, Amy Whinehouse’s October Song, Broken Bells’ October.

Even a couple movie titles: The Hunt for Red October (book first of course, RIP Tom Clancy), October Sky, October Baby,

And how can one talk about October without Octoberfest?! The German festival that has inspired brewers everywhere to make a fall appropriate beer. Though you can’t go wrong with the German beers labeled Octoberfest, some of my local favorites (all named Octoberfest, of course) include: Real Ale, Saint Arnold, Shiner, and Karbach – which is actually called Karbachtoberfest.

Since I am so glad for this time a year, it is time to stop writing about it, get out there, and enjoy it – whether it be a sport, drink, food, or fun – but now before it’s gone. ((Incidentally, when it is, we can all go down to New Braunfels for Wurstfest.))