I’m hopped up in cold medicine and disgusting cough drops. At the same time, I’d really like to be at SXSW so I am jealous of the people who got to go. I am turning this jealousy into unnecessary anger. So that’s why I gave an F Bomb earlier this morning to all SXSW goers.
Here’s a funny article about SXSW I found over at Rocktober that has a list of comments regarding the festival. Some highlights:
At this juncture in his career, Jay Farrar is playing SXSW. (At 8 p.m.!) Jeff Tweedy wins.
You can’t be a buzz act two years in a row (see Ed Harcourt ? better yet, don’t).
Things you’ll never get at SXSW: a firm record deal, a hip manager, a date with Lorraine Ali.
If you’re named Born to Lose and you’re playing the Back Room on Wednesday night, there is such a thing as fate after all. (full story)
Maybe I’ll go next year and feel cool. But this year, grrr.