Weekend at Antone’s

When you’re weary of middle of the road, run of the mill indie rock, there are a few places to find sanctuary in. Elephant Room is charming, low-key, underground; a classy dive and and an incredible asset to the jazz scene. Continental Club is of course an Austin staple, keeping Austin’s music roots grounded. Then there’s Antone’s.

Without question, you know what Antone’s is all about. Being that this is your last chance to catch some shows before the overpopulated cluster that is ACL and its accompanying aftershows begin, allow us to inform you of what your last pre-festival-season weekend will be like.

First, if you missed Spoonfed Tribe and Yo Mama’s Big Fat Booty Band, sorryboutya, ’cause da funk’s been hiding in Antone’s.

Friday. Tonight. Opened by the Bellfuries and followed by the Lost Bayou Ramblers, it naturally accumulates into the quintessential southern version of an all-American Friday. The Bellfuries are heartfelt root-rock Americana with southern dispositions and a stand up bass. Prepare to be kidnapped to the past with their rockabilly harmonizations. Afterwards, a driven amalgam of cajun music and rock n roll is the tip of the ice berg when it comes to the Lost Bayou Ramblers, whose Louisiana heritage makes for raucous dance inducement. Expect fiddles, accordions, and to fall in love… with both the music and the men. What’s better than a French speaking fiddle playing southern man? Je te désire, bébé!

Then, Saturday contributes some intense class and culture with Brownout and George Porter Jr & His Runnin’ Pardners. George Porter and company’s New Orleans jazz is the perfect compliment of Brownout’s latin funk (and I mean funk).

This weekend is America. Not talking office job, beer-after-work, going to bed without sex America. We’re talkin’ whisky swilling, sweetheart aching, against the kitchen counter love making, working on a shipping rig, post-Louisiana Purchase America. America where streets were paved with gold, languages and accents and slang wafted, banjo and harmonica played on porch steps. Mark Twain’s Huck Finn was sailing the Mississippi, Kerouac was road tripping, and Hunter S. Thompson was just tripping. A vague, timeless America of many voices and generations…. that’s your Friday and Saturday.

Then there’s Sunday, the cherry on top of your root beer float. Wash America down with some homemade apple pie. Seriously. Emma’s Pie Social is Sunday and benefits the South Austin Popular Culture Center. The South Austin Popular Culture Center is a non profit that houses, archives, collects, and shows popular and music related ephemora relating to and supporting Austin’s musical roots.

Music, raffles, and pies, this Sunday from 2-5. Pie makers are invited to bring two pies, sweet or savory: one for sharing and one for selling. All pie makers donating pies to the benefit will receive free admission, otherwise it’s $5 at the door.

There you go. Music and pie, easy as cake. I’m hungry.


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