Scott Andrew - lo-fi acoustic pop superhero!

The SXSW interactive festival is over, and we’re now in the one-day lull before the Music Festival begins. I’m sitting the in hotel lounge, where I’ve managed to sneak onto an open Wayport network. Thank you, mystery wireless network admin, wherever you are.

I was up at 5 a.m. this morning to put the girl on a plane back to SF, so she can spend four days in Scott-free solitude while I duck in and out of loudy, smoky bars listening to bands I never heard before. 5 a.m. is a horrible place to be when you’ve been up until 3 a.m. I never seem to learn my lesson with regard to travel schedules; it’s like I have a disorder that causes me to blurt “6:15 a.m. departure time? Sounds great!” not realizing the peril I am placing myself in by committing to a schedule that denies Megan of the option of at least two cups of coffee before dealing with other humans.

I’m lucky to have lived this long.

So now it’s back down to the convention center to pick up the Music Festival shwag bag (which will probably weigh more than Film and Interactive combined) and then back to the hotel to burn twenty more mini-CDs. I managed to give away at least fifty over the course of SXSW so far, and I have to say there’s something to be said for taking it offline and into meatspace, even if it is more work. “You made these? That’s so cool” someone would say, as if I’d just handed them something far more valuable than just a 3″ CD with a laser-printed sticker on it. Yes. Indeed. I made this. “That’s very — punk,” said the Veen, and I thought, yeah, us frustrated neo-folkies could learn a thing or two from the whole punk DIY thing. Why not? Push it out there anyhow, any way, and see what happens.