SXSW '09: Avett Brothers

I totally messed up the flow of this post.  I wanted to write this up before the festival started.  OH WELL, take life as it comes.  Now I can include videos.  I, obviously, didn't get to go to Austin for this special occasion.  When I saw Avett Brothers on the schedule I got so happy, but sad that I couldn't be there.  They performed during the first couple of days at South by Southwest.  (I must, now, give props to my girl who showed me the light of their gracious music, thanks Katie, you one-upping nazi).

SXSW '09: Avett Brothers "Shame"

This North Carolina based bluegrass/rock band is comprised of Seth  and Scott Avett (guittar and banjo men) and Bob Crawford (stand-up bass man).  They came to UNC's Memorial Hall on Nov 2008.  Concert was SOLD OUT.  Avett Brothers are amaziiinnngg live performers.  

Memorial Hall: Avett Brothers "Go to Sleep"

They have produced 11 albums since 2000.  I and Love and You is dropping this July.  

Avett Bros. are coming back to Raleigh on April 22, to perform at Walnut Creek and Charlotte on the 24th.  Here's a list of their tour dates and locations.

Recalling UNC's Victory over Duke

Last night, at the evening of the Duke v Carolina game, I witnessed something great. The scoreboard. It read, UNC 101, Duke 87.

The last 100-point victory over our rivals occurred 14 years ago, at double-overtime with 102-100.

This time, we produced a 14-point victory with no overtime.

And then, I rushed Franklin Street. For the first time. And it was CRAZY. Kids were so pumped. Shirtless. Crowding around multiple bonfires at the corner of Franklin and Cameron. Screaming at Top of the Hill patrons to "GIVE US YOUR SHIRT!"...(to burn). Jumping over flames. Pushing. Shoving. Getting closer to the fire. And tighter to the person next to them. Cheering, "TAR" and responding, "HEELS". Singing, "Hark the Sound," sporadically.

The scent of burning T-shirts, newspapers and whatever else was sacrificed for building these victory flames overshadowed the aroma of, dare I say, celebratory illegal substances, which couldn't be pin-pointed. Fans of all ages, colors, genders and classes just being totally chaotic and completely uninhibited in this spontaneous block party that, literally, stretched the distance of a block.

As midnight rolled in, after an hour of jumping and yelling, students and fans poured into the many bars on Franklin St. to rejoice for another two hours.

At the end of the night, I smelled like fire. My little feet were trampled. And, I loved being a Tar Heel more than ever.