PEELANDER Z: SXSW Anarchy in the Street
Holy wow, I drank a lot of Lone Star this week. I got to that point
where I needed three or four drinks to get back to normal. On Saturday
afternoon I entered this very strange headspace, where fun was
awkwardly co-mingling with absolute physical and psychological
My inner monologue: “Bands! Yay! More alcohol! Yay! I want to blow my brains out?! Yay?!”
yeah, my idea to do a perspective piece/video blog thingy went out the
window pretty much immediately, as did my ability to do anything that
could pass for meaningful written reporting. I also spent way too much
money, my cell phone got fucked ‘cause of something I don’t remember, I
probably have (more) brain damage, and I just spent 40 hours in a
rent-a-van with seven other people.
So, of course, I really want to go next year. Wouldn’t bother trying to
get a band or press pass next time around, either. All the shows I went
to were no badge/no cover. Anyway, in case anyone’s interested, here’s a recap of my clusterfuck in Austin.