Weekend Agenda: June 26-June 28
Wylie Maercklein
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Another weekend with nothing to do? Here are some suggestions
FRIDAY
1. Having thoroughly grilled him about his reasons for leaving, Austin has determined that it's okay for Chris Rose to take his Car Stereo (Wars) mash-up party to New York City, where we hope he isn't crushed underfoot by that city's much more competitive DJ scene. (Seriously, though, we wish him the best of luck.) Send him your own well-wishes at Beauty Bar tonight, while also nodding your head to Zeale and Astronautilus, shaking your body down to the ground with Neiliyo (RIP MJ), and stuffing yourself silly with free pizza and vodka.
2. The Sweatbox studio is an Austin institution that won't be skipping town any time soon—because, uh, it's a building—and it celebrates 16 years of analog recordings with two nights of music at Emo's Jr., featuring Tia Carrera, Insect Sex Act, Sugar Shack, and many more artists who could give a fuck about ProTools.
3. Accidentally stealing from yourself and fantasizing about being a coke-fueled, money-flaunting gangsta rapper is no way for "the nicest guy in rock" to behave. Allow singer-songwriter and über-producer John Vanderslice to further subvert your expectations at The Parish.
SATURDAY
1. While the details of a Sky Saxon tribute headed by The Black Angels are still coming together, you can pay your respects to the Seeds frontman and his Nuggets-era cohorts while supporting local music education with the Anthropos Arts Benefit at Beerland, featuring far-out, forward-looking throwbacks The Ugly Beats, Beautiful Supermachines, and The Holy Romans.
2. But why dwell on death when it's waiting around the corner for all of us? (Hooray for the weekend!) Let your concerns about mortality slip away for an hour or two and live in the moment with the effervescent tunes of Belaire, playing the Mohawk accompanied by the tiny pop of Asthmatic Kitties Cryptacize.
3. Even life's greatest trials can be forgotten in an instant: One moment you could be telling your daughter you've been diagnosed with breast cancer, and the next you could forget that your admission and the diagnosis never happened. So it goes in the confusing, possibly time-warped universe of The Room, the burgeoning midnight movie classic that's screening at the Alamo Drafthouse Downtown.
SUNDAY
1. Perhaps it's best to look to youth as heroes and icons fade away. The Last Night's Party generation might not inspire a lot of hope for the future, but the freaky, young Michiganders in Our Brother The Native do, with a knack for repurposing the not-so-distant past into ambient jams that celebrate the future while cowering in the face of the unknown.
2. And there's always the hope of resurrection, the promise of new life, the fuel to the fire inside the world's Christians, Hindus, and Joss Whedon fans. Serenity—the feature-length sequel to Whedon's much-loved, little-watched sci-fi series Firefly—didn't answer Browncoats' prayers for Firefly's return to the airwaves or for further sequels, but it has given new hope for women around the world via Can't Stop The Serenity, the annual screenings of the film held to raise money and awareness for women's rights advocacy group Equality Now.
3. If not new life, then what of immortality? Michael Jackson, Sky Saxon, Farrah Fawcett, and Ed McMahon all left their mark, much like Marilyn Monroe, who gets a double feature at the Paramount, showing off her comedic side in Some LIke It Hot and a stab at drama with Bus Stop. Anyone stung by post-mortem Jackson pedophilia jokes can take comfort in the fact that while "Monroe was a drug-addicted floozie" routines don't get a lot of laughs any more, the bawdy, mistaken identity comedy of Some Like It Hot remains universally beloved.
