The word is out that Lee Fields can still pack a punch. The retro-soul powerhouse returned to St. Louis and delivered a wallop to new and returning fans.
The crowd filled the lobby of the Touhill Performing Arts Center in waves, pouring down the stairs in a cascade of diversity.
The bros sporting their headache-inducing shirts, the raver girls wearing their psychedelic furry boots and suburban youth with their pasty faces occupied the compact mosh pit at the Pageant. It was going to be an interesting night. Making its debut performance in St. Louis, Major Lazer was determined to get everybody in the joint jumping and at least one girl to p-pop on a handstand.
The Demo feels like a church's basement. Visitors to the club enter another dimension where worship is optional since a basement avoids the light of day.
With only two earnest SXSW Music nights left, and an overstuffed head of unforgettable memories and music, I set out with a now insatiable appetite for more. More venues, more music, more Austin, as much as possible, as much as I could live; the unfortunate end to the sheer dreamlike sequence I'd been savoring was looming.