SXSW has been a fantastic opportunity to experience a variety of indie music in one giant gulp. Saturday night, however, a bit of mainstream hip hop invaded Austin, as bad boy blogger Perez Hilton hosted N.E.R.D at his private SXSW bash. Although I'm not a big fan of the genre, the amount of energy Pharrell and his crew brought to the small room was mind-blowing -- it was refreshing to see a famous face perform without all the glitz of an arena-sized crowd. An intimate show from N.E.R.D is what I imagine a private lap dance from Jenna Jameson to be like, but with more gang signs. 

Perez's event also featured a handful of other great artists (I'll write 'em up later), but the highlight of the night came while waiting in line to get into the venue, The Palm Door. A large Swedish man with a heavy accent and a pungent odor cuts in front of me, and tells me how excited he is to see Robyn perform. He then starts telling me how much he wants to "teke a bier from duh barr." Once he gets denied by the list-keeper (event was invite only), he says "Fick of" and runs away. Once I'm inside an hour later, I see the Swede scaling the wall in the back of the venue. He successfully makes it over, but is very disappointed with the rum-only bar menu. He mutters to himself, and storms out of the room right before Chester French hit the stage. Pretty hilarious.