Tonight is our last show. We are playing with The GZA from Wu Tang Clan. I have been screaming ever since I found out. Such a HUGE fan of GZA. Because of him and The Wu, I like hip hop. I discovered them when I was living in a trailor park in Florida and they were the first hip-hop act that made me go, "yeah...I get it, I get it... yeah.... I LIKE it I LIKE it." As soon as we drove into stubbs, I heard him soundchecking and ran towards the stage leaving all my gear in the street. Luckily, everyone here is super honest and there is no real problem with stealing gear. We're all struggling here together at SXSW.

And later tonight, I'll be struggling to keep myself from screaming and crying ever time I see GZA.

Raise your swords!!!!!!

CowBella

Our showcase last night was a hit. We were the last act of the event so everyone there was loosened up and ready to P-A-R-T-Y!
Tons of people were on the floor boogying for us and with us.... I sweat my balls off shaking it ( if only I had balls...er...).

The other M for Montreal bands totally moved me. I fell in love with Torngat again. They make me melt. I heard Plants and Animals for the first time and fell in love too. And, of course, Krief was amazing as usual.

After our show, we partied it up by the pool with a bunch of wild musicians from around the world. It was a crazy time -- Creature, Plants and Animals, The Slits (an amazing UK all-girl punk group from the 70s), Krief, Frightened Rabbits (from Scotland), The Secret City gang, and a couple of random drunken strangers gathered around the courtyard of the hotel from 4am to 6am. We drank and partied by the pool then went swimming. It was an amazingly shameful and hilariously fun time.

Today's mission was to find, me, Cowbella, a really, really ridiculously sexy pair of cowboy boots to go with her cute little boy-scout outfit (of which Gina has one to match -- HOT!!!)
Unfortunately, CowBella is a musician so she is brokee; definitely not a millionaire nor is she married to one and the cowboy boots she was into go for about 399$ to 699$.
Outcome: She sold her body for a pair of boots. No, just kidding...she beat up a street musician, stole his boots and kicked him with them while he was on the ground.
And they were worth it.

We had our second show and it was a m*therf*cking hit!!!!!!! What a party.
It was outside on a rooftop with tons of hot, texan, blonde girls bopping to our tunes and gorgeous male musicians drinking their faces off to us.

Gina was super super super excited because a dude from Bass Player Magazine loved us and was into her playing!!!!! It's her favorite bass zine in the world. She actually recognized him from his picture and now HER picture is going to be on their website. Go Gina!!!!!!!

I personally can't wait to be on the cover of Cowbell Magazine, that'll be the day MY dream comes true.

Tonight is our most important show. We are off to flyer our asses off but I think lots of people are coming already.

CowBella

The busiest street is closed down but this is far from a ghost town.
Hot rockers with all their amazing different styles fill the streets.
Sexy girls in red tights with platinum blonde hair, motorcycle sisters, hippies men with their shirts open, heavymetal heads, colorful techno boys -- all of them SEXY.
They keep getting more and more drunk as the night progresses.
There is so much to see... band after band...well-known acts, unsigned bands that should be famous...

We played a show at noon.
It was the strangest thing being a dance-pop-party-rock band playing before we'd had breakfast.
But after two songs, we were into it and breaking our first sweat.

Then we went and got wasted at the Canadian party.
Free food, free booze, we got to the point where we couldn't speak without spitting all over ourselves -- at which point the interviews came. Oops.
You're wasted disheveled, the sun is bright and there is a video camera in your face and you're trying to answer questions, but all you could think is, "Oh God, I bet I look fucking terrible."

But it gets worse -- because there are about 8 more hours of drinking and sucking back food from paper plates and sweating and dancing your face off to make you look even worse.

By 4am, we got in and I caught a glimpse of myself in the hotel mirror.
I screamed and disturbed the people having sex next door.

But today is a new day.
I'm looking hot, and I'm ready to look terrible again.

CowBella

Before we even landed in Texas, I got a little action in the plane. It was sort of like the mile-high club, only much more disgusting.
I went to the washroom cabinet and, because of my severe motion sickness, I didn't look down when i flushed (If I put my head down on a plane, I'll barf, it's pretty great).
The person who used the washroom after me was this really really old, hobbling fat woman on a cane (prrretty sexy).
Next, Gourmet, our manager, used the john, but he got out right away and came straight to my seat.
"Hey, CowBella," he said, "I found this in the can; covered in old-lady pee."
Low and behold -- my cell phone was in his hands.
"I rinsed it for you," he said, "I went to use the john and found this cellphone caught in the toilet. I thought the old lady had dropped it, but when i picked it up, I saw the name CowBella on it, and I thought, 'This is going to be one hell of a trip.'"

Now I have a cellphone that is covered in postmenopausal pee. Hot.
When we got off the plane, we danced in the airport to celebrate my cellphone's new look -- or scent.
Sid dared Kim to jump on the carousel and dance along with the luggage.
It was a remarkable experience.

After a terrible night's sleep we're off to an afternoon party, to be proceeded by an evening party followed by a late-night party.
I will bring my cellphone and offer free long distance to people.
I'll tell them they can talk for hours.
Then they'll get a fetish for old-lady pee.
Niiiiiiiice.

Love,
CowBella and the Creature Gang