Once Again, SXSW Really Stands For Sex By Southwest
"All the single dudes put up your phone. Now all the single ladies put up your phone. Turn to the nearest person with a phone up. Now type in your phone number. Now you have something to do after this."
Photo by Marco Torres Hands up, everyone who thinks dude in the middle scored at SXSW.
That was Chuck D, talking from the Doritos Main Stage. Or at least I think it was Chuck D. I was just passing by on the street and I couldn't see through the green mesh set up on the fence.
A lot of SXSW is experienced that way: in passing. People are looking for something new, for something that impresses them. Bands? Yes. "Professional" networking connections? Oh so exhaustingly, yes.
And also, you will not be surprised to hear, hookups. SXSW is the Olympic Village of music dorks, right down to the complimentary condoms everywhere. In three days, I was offered more than a dozen.
Maybe that's why the Chevron station on South Congress hadn't seen much of a spike in prophylactic sales. Still, offered one clerk, "We've sold more condoms to weirder people."
That conversation happened early Friday, just around breakfast time. At 4:15 p.m., I saw my first purposeful groping of the day -- a cute blonde woman in a polka-dotted shirt and orange jeans grabbed a tall smiling man standing in front of her around the middle and thrust, hard.
It only got more brazen from there. By the time the sun set, all the innuendo was gone. Dudes strut down Sixth Street talking loudly to passers-by about the size of their dicks.
And if that strategy proved unsuccessful (somehow), there are, amazingly, even more explicit options for those hoping to find a little strange to rub against. It comes, of course, in the form of a Facebook app.
Bang With Friends basically works like this: you sign up, tell the app which of your Facebook friends you'd be "down to bang" and wait. Apparently, if your friend logs in and tells the app he'd be "down to bang" you, too, then you get a notification of some sort, thereby setting up the most artless date imaginable.
Bang With Friends, seeing untapped (sorry, sorry) possibilities in the clusterwhoops of interactive excess and desperate hormones hanging over Austin like a fog in early March, bought the URL sxsw.bangwithfriends.com. It works just like the regular app, except instead of the list comprising your Facebook friends, it's just anyone in Austin who logged in.
SXSW, notedly staunch protector of its brand image, was not pleased.