So maybe we aren’t as lucky as other GP’ers Bay Area-ing it up in the foggy city. Yes, we are jealous. But, shit, Andy … we’re at SXSW! We are SXSW.
Traffic at first had my road rage mantra on repeat: “Get outta my city.” (Excuse me? Could you get outta me?) But the more people I ran into, out-of-towners stoked on the music palpable as they wander in liquor-induced waves of SPRING BREAK. The whole town feels like it’s on vacay. Even if we’re still working right through.
My boy DJ Orion, who I offer many many (MAD) thanks for a microphone he lent last night, ripped Beauty Bar to shreds last night at the Odic Force Magazine release extravaganz’ while special secret guest performer Moby made all of the Mohawk realize why they used to have all his tracks on the dome-piece. It was only Tuesday, but the whole town was dancing.
And finally … sweating. Thank you for the sunny weather, Austin. Let the travelers know why they ended up live musical capital styles this March.
This article appears in March 7 • 2008.