South by Southwest is not just music. The festival starts with an important Interactive conference. There’s also the SXSW film festival running simultaneously.
But music is the undercurrent. It's everywhere, at all times it seems. This is, after all, Austin, “Live Music Capital of the World.”
In the battle for competing attention spans, some of the cacophony may have drowned out a sextet from Lahore, Pakistan, that played a gig in a cushy barroom at the storied Driskill Hotel: Poor Rich Boy.
“Emotionally, we’re poor,” says singer Shehzad Noor, agreeing that they all come from a relatively affluent and intellectual part of Lahore society. “My sister called me a ‘poor little rich boy’ once because I was complaining about something,” he continues, remembering one of the references to the band’s name. “I thought it was hilarious and quite apt, considering the music.”
Some songs do complain, about life and alienation in Pakistani society. But others are love songs.
They sing in English. Lyrically, think Morrissey. But musically, their melodies slip easily into streams of Beatle-like consciousness. So, they’re not exactly competing with scads of Bollywood-style pop music and modern-trad idioms, the stuff that tends to dominate the market in Pakistan.
“We will probably never be a mainstream band in that sense,” says singer Umer Khan. He struggles to define how Poor Rich Boy qualifies as an “indie-band” in terms of style, whatever that means. But as far as how to function as a band, the label certainly fits. “We do the entire thing ourselves. We produce it ourselves, we distribute it however we can on the Internet. It’s basically because we’re not sponsored by anyone and no one is taking care of us,” Khan says.
Shehzad jumped in and added: “The point is, it’s Pakistan interacting with the world. I’ve been here for two days, and my mind has been blown just by the sheer variety of people and all this creativity. It’s the person-to-person diplomacy.”
Just then a small group of 20-somethings walked by, among them a woman who shouted out, “Can I be in y’all’s video?” and strode on over, not waiting for an answer. She vogued for the cameras with the guys, said she was Nigerian-Trindadian. We explained who Poor Rich Boy was, she seemed impressed and we parted ways. On Austin’s Guadeloupe Street, score one for person-to-person.