@ZackTeibloom It’s ballsy to put an exclamation point in the title of your festival. It’s not ACL! or Bonnaroo! An inaugural festival in November deserves to have an exclamation point in its title if done right. Oh Snap! was all kinds of right. And not just because there were free hot dogs and pancakes. It was the first festival I’ve ever been to where the bands were far ahead of schedule. A full half hour at one point. And the bands that filled the two-stage set-up where Fader Fort usually is on E. 5th shined like the mid-November sun on another warm day in Austin.
Bright Light Social Hour dripped sex and blues rock. Little Lo was all high. Marmalakes dazzled with the song of the fest and The Eastern Sea insisted they would be better next show, but sounded just fine to me. It was the kind of festival where the front row of the crowd was often filled with members other bands who were also playing. Not because they got a special VIP pass or anything. It was just that these were bands who knew and loved each other and that feeling. An inaugural festival in November deserves to have an exclamation point in its title if done right. Oh Snap! was all kinds of right.
I’d like to say I crashed it, but I have a hard time crashing a benefit show for someone who passed away that generates scholarships. Also, it was only $6 if you bought tickets through Localiter in advance and I had no idea how easy it would have been. Oh, well. Let’s hand out some awards to the best of the fest. Read the rest of this entry »

@ZackTeibloom After seeing half a dozen young bands at Oh Snap! festival, it was time to see the men. Bright Light Social Hour came out balls to the wall and let their masculinity flail around with abandon all set long. Before they went on stage, a gray-haired photographer came up to guitarist Curtis Roush and told him he was the best guitar player in Austin. I scoffed to myself, thinking it was mighty high praise, but was intrigued to see if it was at all valid. Turned out it was.
@ZackTeibloom There’s something special building with Little Lo. I like to imagine that the five guys and two girls in the band were all in some experimental music class years ago, where they were set free in a room with every instrument you could imagine to see what they could play. It turned out they could all play a whole lot and decided to take all their instruments on stage, smile a lot and dive in head first, charming as they went.
@ZackTeibloom A crash like this proves that you don’t need to do anything more than just show up at the venue. It truly is that simple. Freelance Whales and Miniature Tigers were playing a sold-out show at the ND just down the street from me. I had Meg on the inside letting me know it was a square stamp on the right hand the size of a quarter with a blotch in the middle. First things first, I didn’t have my ID. I mean, I had it, but it expired on my birthday and two failed DMV attempts (grr Veterans Day) left me without valid ID. I dropped Meg at the door and drove back to see if I could dig up my passport from a drawer overflowing with festival guide books, magazines and wristbands.
@ZackTeibloom Sunday is already called “Sunday Funday” by the kinds of people who need excuses to have fun on the weekend. Sunday is fun. There’s football, it’s completely allowable to spend the entire day working off a hangover and/or chasing one down and until recently we c0uld end the night wishing we were Don Draper. But what would happen when a festival (already the most fun thing in the world) decided to throw three fun’s on their title and have bands like Yelle, A-Trak, The Descendents and an air sex competition and have it all go down on a Sunday? Oh, and did I mention my birthday would be the same day? Well, it happened.
@ZackTeibloom Saturday at Fun Fun Fun Fest was a sunny, brisk November afternoon overflowing with music, with enough time to ride a mechanical bull, trampoline bungee and catch a little comedy. Thankfully, @Supercooleric stayed on task while I had side adventures, capturing over a dozen bands on Saturday alone.
@ZackTeibloom I wasn’t quite sure what to expect from Weird Al Yankovic headlining an Austin music festival. The 14 year-old me who went to record stores with listening stations and brought a stack of four Weird CD’s to the station was psyched. The music snob in me wondered if I could unironically wave my hands from side to side for “Amish Paradise” and really get into the novelty of it all.


