We left New Orleans in a stupor. Defeated and used and the wind felt good on our faces. Seven hours until Austin and the start of a carnival called SXSW. I drove the whole way. Peter and Davey slept, laughed and talked. We had no iPod connection, so all we could listen to was M.I.A, Lenny Kravitz (sorry about that) and a new “I can’t feel my face” mix CD on Dim Mak. We made it though, finally. First, we all met our Austin host Katie, hung for awhile, then met up with Ms. Sarah Landy at the house we were staying at. No shows yet, no parties yet...wanted to relax the first day and taste Austin’s air alone and without the crunch of ambitious bands that all look and sound cooler than me. I’d save that for tomorrow. The band and I, Sarah, a weird roomate dude who mostly stared at us and apologized for nothing in particular, talked for hours and had high hopes for the week’s festivities. We made our way to our sacks and slept like bears. We had no idea that our lives were about to change… Well, not really, but that’s a great way to end a chapter, right? No?
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