Here, the music comes last. 5 minute set-up, no sound check, 15 minute set. The "music" element is all a front, it's the first thing to be compromised. Corporate money everywhere but in the hands of the artists, at what is really just a glorified corporate networking party. Drunk corporate goons and other industry vampires and cocaine. Everyone is drunk, being cool. "Official" bureaucracy and all their mindless rules. Branding, branding, branding. It's bullshit... sorry.
It was St. Patrick’s Day, and the last day of South By Southwest, and a Saturday night, and everybody was drunk and angry and tired. Public transportation in Austin, at least during SXSW, is pathetic. It’s impossible to find a taxi. The buses run at infrequent intervals, and when you finally board them, they roll like snails. Fuck this place, I thought as we pulled away.
Here are some brief thoughts on the tacos I ate in Austin.
A shirtless man with short black swim trunks standing in the middle of the street, screaming at people who walked past and tugging wildly at his crotch.
Yesterday (Wednesday) was my first taste of the overwhelmingness of SXSW, and I responded poorly to it. But I saw some things. Oh, I saw some things.
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I'd give anything for that cocktail, hold the tail.
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