By Christopher Gray, Fri., March 18, 2005
"I want you all to drink so you can fuck each other." Josh Homme, Queens of the Stone Age, approximately 1:35am Friday morning
Depending on the spin, Austin's Eastside is either underdeveloped, crime-ridden, and backward, or laid-back, affordable, and progressive. Obviously, either situation makes it the ideal sector of town to host an afterparty.
This year the annual soiree thrown by Charles Attal Management, Capital Sports & Entertainment, and DKNY Jeans outgrew its previous quarters at the East First Garden Theater, and welcomed desert lords Queens of the Stone Age, post-punk wunderkinds the Bravery, and Hollertronix mash-up boy Diplo into a gigantic hangar off East 51st. It was a little roomy, but a guest list upwards of 1,500 tends to do that.
Sighted among the throng were CAM party alum Har Mar Superstar, ditzy diva (and Texas native) Jessica Simpson, and for the umpteenth time since Monday night, Austin Mayor Will Wynn. Gravitating toward friends at such outsized events is natural, and "TCB" waited out the teeming bar line with filmmaker Bob Ray, who hopes his Roller Derby documentary is ready for Toronto next year. Over a plate of free Stubb's chow, Yuppie Pricks vocalist Trevor Middleton III expressed his astonishment at their heavy rotation on XM Satellite Radio's punk channel, so much so that their upcoming 10-day tour has a stopover at XM HQ to do a live studio recording.
Among the Bravery's forceful if overly Cure-like mope-pop and Queens' low-center-of-gravity seductions, there was plenty of party behavior. Someone cracked, "Hey, are there any black people here?" as one stood right in front of him. Even before Queens finished, an outbreak of cab-jumping in the departure line out front threatened to degenerate into a full-on scrum. A not entirely joking "We should stone them" was a definite cue to leave.
The Scottish Invasion Party at the Tillery Street Theater off Pleasant Valley was more intimate if no less besotted: Multiple drunken make-outs were in progress, guys in kilts briskly ferried beer from keg to pitcher to plastic cup, and at least one dude sat passed out in his seat. Austin's Real Heroes, playing host alongside the saintly Julianna Gilchrist, gamely weathered inaudible monitors by welcoming Beatle Bob onstage to pantomime along to an extended instrumental jam, and rocked the woozy but enthusiastic audience anyhow.
Scotsmen Dawn of the Replicants and Bee Thousand turned in sloppy-fun sets as the clock staggered toward 5am, when an ice chest full of Jell-O shots got rolled out. But of course. Someone had the audacity to mention a house party on East 30th, where Erase Errata, A Frames, and Black Lips were supposed to be, but this night was over.