I haven't had time to write about it this week, but I sure did have an incredible time at this fest. Bullshit was kept to a minimum once it started, the bands almost all sounded very good, the venue was cool, the hotel was cool, just about everything ruled. Beer selection and pricing at the liquor stores was incredibly shit, but it was reasonable at the venue, though I'm used to a much better craft beer selection even at dives in Chicago.
San Antonio was dumpy in general. So many stray dogs, stray cats, stray people. Roosters in front yards. Bars on windows in so many houses. To the east of the venue was rough as fuck. I trekked with a friend to a liquor store there, and everything was on the other side of the glass, and transactions were conducted through a drawer. It was West Baltimore style. The Riverwalk was nice though, and I'm pretty glad I took Thursday to check that out at night. It was nice, but the rest of downtown was disappointing. Up north there was some nice stuff, but the city seemed awfully small for having 1.3 million people. The only tall buildings downtown were the hotels. It made me wonder what people did for a living there.
I ate well. There was a diner a little bit east of the venue (before the hood) that was quite tasty and dirt cheap. Three tacos of some varieties were $2.25, and coffee was $.85. Ate there twice and it was awesome. Was at two different BBQ places, which both had good, tender meat, but rather boring sauce(s). Not offering a few options seems lazy. I'd want to have a Texas style, Carolina style, and a hot BBQ sauce. Food in general was cheap, and it was cool that getting a beer with dinner was only $2-4. Whataburger was really good too. That burger kept me full for something like eight hours. I still couldn't get over how it was basically impossible to find a 30-pack of High Lifes or PBRs or even Lone Stars. We kept having to settle for 18-packs (wtf?) of Lone Stars for an absurd price. Even 7-11s up here won't rake you over the coals for say, a 24-pack of Budweiser, downtown or not. But they didn't even seem to have 7-11s, and booze was kind of hard to come by at any sort of fair price downtown. Lucky we had a friend with a car and were able to hit a World Market and do a mixed sixer of beers I can't get at home. Poor town for beer overall.
I should probably talk about the bands a bit. I rocked the hardest during Inquisition. I even went back to see them in Chicago on Tuesday. Demigod was strong, and I had a lot of fun talking to Esa about hockey and beer for about half an hour. Antaeus ruled. The only sets I was sort of down on were Adorior and Impetuous Ritual. I just don't get Midnight either. Mitochondrion was much more boring than I expected. Surprises were Weapon, Zemial (not familiar with prior to fest), Anatomia, and when Grave Upheaval decided to start being awesome. Everyone I met was cool. Anatomia partied in our room on Sunday, and no joke, the one guy brought up bukkake in the first five minutes of conversation. One of the Drawn and Quartered guys stopped by and was cool, and we wrapped up hanging with Mournful Congregation and co. We kept trying to offer them money for beer, as it was very late and beer was in short supply, but we should have realized how little our puny US dollars meant at that stage. The parties weren't that crazy. Then again, since so many people flew in, party supplies may have been hard to come by. Did everyone know that the one Ignivomous guy got deported? Another important note is that Willy from Mutiilation showed up and was a pathetic pervert and an unbelievable trainwreck on the first night.