It was the final weekend of SXSW and the good weather had finally broken. There’s a great club high up South Congress called C-Boys. They have a sponsored festival (ie everything free to enter, tips only) called the Soco Stomp, a five-day, 50-band live music extravaganza with room for several hundred in the parking lot behind and maybe 150 in the club, where I’d just been watching Charlie Sexton’s band, Mystic Knights Of The Sea, with Ray Wylie Hubbard guesting. The main appeal of seeing SXSW shows is discovering new music, and, anyway, it was raining out. I bought another beer and waited to see who came on next. A grizzly bear of a man appeared and began teasing the sound guys about the length…