Day one at South By Southwest is in the rearview mirror, and for this first-time attendee, I think it's safe to say that it was a trial by fire. The sheer scale of the festival is astounding—I did the math late last night and can now proudly say I cracked the five-mile mark of walking. Classy!
It was a day of crazy lines, but check these photos, plus many more, and my highlights of the day below the jump.
Das Racist's Heems and James Blake. Cold chilling.
The Fader Fort is its own center of gravity in the SXSW universe. The multi-hour line to get in, and the total production of the space is unmatched. To get a good sense of it, imagine a boiled down Sasquatch with more edge. That is to say, free beer, Statik Selektah and DJ Eleven providing between-band music, and a razor-edge selection of music. Twin Shadow won the day musically, combining delicate melodies with synth-driven quiet/loud rock. The only downer was a cancellation from certified Grown Ass Man Raphael Saadiq. Next time, Ray Ray.
Seattle's own Members Only crew put together an excellent funk and soul night with Austin staple DJ Chorizo Funk. Seattle's DJ 100 Proof and Mr. Supreme, aka Supreme La Rock, flexed their significant crates, with the event serving as a de facto reunion for Seattle expats.
Seattle massive Members Only, doing their thing.
DJ 100 Proof, hard at work.
New York's certified party-rockers Das Racist put a memorable capstone on the night by playing a show with Impose Magazine that featured the worst sound system, the nicest bar staff, and the most beer bottles per capita thrown thus far (note to aggro showgoers: not cool).
Das Racist and a beer bottle. Notably not thrown.
In your face, Dap.
And finally, the requisite afterparty, featuring Moby and Trouble and Bass boss Drop The Lime. Another note: when you walk into a warehouse and see a bald house DJ, there is an approximately 95 percent chance that it is Moby. There is no reason to question this.