It's year two for me. For my Texas hangovers. For my 5 day straight adrenaline rush. For meeting more people than humanly possible to remember. For the most bands in the least amount of time maximized to the most amount of fun.
It's SXSW guys. where greg keeler shares a picnic bench with you. Michael Stipe chats with you in the crowd. REM play to 1500 people AND YOU'RE ONE OF THEM. tom morello plays to you and a few mates. perry farrell makes a come back. you discover The wombats are NOT just an furry little creature and the next big thing is staying in the hotel room beside you.
it's parties and bands till 4am. debauchery - drunken tattoos - stimulating conversation -networking - beer - BBQ - tex mex and a little bit of home. Austin has single handedly created the ideal of the "perfect" city for a festival. the streets are crammed with burrito / taco stands, pubs, bars and patios, friendly austinian pedestrians. it's a haven really. the little blue dot in a sea of red.
cause let's not forget folks it's still Texas. heart of the south and of George Bush [who thank god can no longer run as president because the american people voted him in AGAIN and he's used up all his terms.
fuck. that sucks. doesn't it though. pfft.
13.3.08
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