So tomorrow morning I’m off to SXSW again. Last year I said I’d be reporting from the scene, but got so weirded out by culture shock that I never got around to it, so this time I’m not making any promises. I’ll probably be uploading some food reports to Dishola, and I’ll undoubtedly expand on them here, especially if I find some great new places, but usually the nights of music leave me so exhausted and depressed with the sheer volume of mediocre stuff that I lack any enthusiasm for writing about it afterwards. Or that’s what happened last year.
Actually, one of the more interesting SXSW-related activities is happening before the event, in the form of a blog discussing the impact of technology on the record biz. Even if you don’t follow some of the more intricate details, you’ll be able to pick up on how dire things are even for those heroic little guys who’re supposed to be profiting from the dinosaurs’ malaise. And this year I’m actually on a panel, or, rather, I’m conducting one of the live interviews with an old hero of mine, Joe Boyd, who’s probably produced at least one of your all-time favorite records, even if you haven’t heard it yet.
I’ll also be headed off to Marin County (got a super-cheap ticket) to pay my respects to the about-to-vanish Village Music, but unless I win the lottery in Texas offering my respects is about all I’m going to be able to do. But I’ll be seeing some folks from the Well, as well as some old friends from when I lived there. Then it’ll be back to Texas for a couple of days, and back here at the end of March.
And a couple of days after that, you just know I’ll be pissed off at Berlin again.