South by Southwest
I love my job, but I do wish it was a little more glamorous sometimes. The A-listers are wagging their 2.0 chins and swinging their 2.0 hips at SXSW. I Love You But I’ve Chosen Darkness are playing at the Flickr/del.icio.us party.
Me? I’m at a corner desk in the office cataloguing business start-up schemes. I Love You But I’ve Chosen Darkness are playing on my iPod. Oh well.
I’ve already completed my annual migration, as it happens. Seems that every Spring I take flight south, if only for the briefest of moments. Bristol was good fun and the quality of DJing was precisely as expected. Still, I got a good hour or so to choose the tunes (The Books sounded particularly good), several hours to drink, and a couple more hours to pester Louise and trip up on the stairs of a club I barely remember. Classy.
Cardiff smudged together melting snow, bad rugby and a revolting hangover. Probably a bad idea then that I bought a heavy but fantastic Zoom MRS-1608.
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