Oh SXSW, how I love and hate thee. Even a week after the spectacle of it all, the shockwaves still reverberaaaaaate. Allergies? The flu? Exhaustion and insomnia? Pale tongue? Cognitive dissonance? Joint aches? Flat feet? Back pain? Random groaning sounds? Almost total disorientation 24-hours a day? Maybe all the above.
All I know is this— my time in Texas during SXSW was a blur of bands, BBQ and body odor, which is exactly how it always is. This time, however, the morning after arriving home from four days in the bright heat of Austin, I awoke with the most awful illness I’ve experienced in years. Were it not for my reddish, sunburned complexion and lurker beard, I’d certainly look like a sallow, yellow zombie even as I type this now. No sleep, very little food and terribly too much music good and bad… this is the common refrain of most music conference attendees, especially of those returning from SXSW.