AUSTIN, 5 p.m., Friday - After some 20 years of coming to SXSW I've learned to find oases of art far from the increasingly madding crowd. When I come for music that usually means jazz at the subterranean Elephant Room. When I'm here for film it means doing the unthinkable: Getting in my car.
SX veterans will tell you to never drive anywhere, lest you hit a snarl of traffic, an inconveniently closed road or the usual slew of drunken pedestrians (and drivers). But I've already seen the big downtown opening night attraction, Richard Linklater's Everybody Wants Some!!, and I have the Van Halen song stuck in my head to prove it. A couple of promising music docs await a mere 20 minutes away, at the less densely populated and potentially peaceful confines of what the festival calls a satellite venue, the Alamo Slaughter. So I'm heading up the highway to catch Sidemen - Long Road to Glory and Miss Sharon Jones! (yet another title with an exclamation point!). Wish me luck.
