We got into Austin around midnight and went straight to the house where we're staying, which is about 4 miles from all of the SXSW action, which means we had taco bell for dinner instead of the famed good eats of the city.
Some very kind friends of a friend of The Heavy Guilt bailed the city for the weekend, leaving us a house large enough that we all got our own rooms more or less. I'm staying in their sons' room with 2 twin beds and a killer Tempurpedic mattress.
We checked in at the Convention Center- this year I didn't get a press badge, but a festival wristband. Tonight I will learn the difference. We ran into Marjy from the San Diego Music Foundation, so the two of them went to the Aquarium Drunkard party and I wandered to 6th. I stood on a corner chugging a liter of water. I wandered up and down 6th, regretting my lack of rsvps to day parties, ran into Peter Graves from the Soda Bar, finally strolling into Beerland, catching a cool band called Lorelle Meets The Obsolete, had a quick beer, then hustled to the bus out to Sahara Lounge to see Dead Feather Moon, The Heavy Guilt, and A Scribe Amidst The Lions.
Ryan Blue put together a show at the Sahara, kindly sticking my name on as co-promoter. I had to get stuff into NBC, but once I did, it was game on. We're heading into town shortly, so I'm sure I'll have more to report tomorrow. For now, here are some random photos. From Austin, with love.
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