Birth of Cool

It’s trippy when your city becomes the grooviest places in the country for two weeks every year. All the podcasts, movie 'zines and interactive media that I plow through from LA/Seattle/NYC have been going nuts about this years SXSW for a month. And now, this past weekend the people started arriving in droves.

They're throwing their money around in our neighborhood bars/restaurants/record stores and boutiques in an effort to enjoy the Southwest during their strange little window of time. The students are away and it's almost like having adult swim in Bat City, USA.

All "hater" indie-kid crap aside, it should be fun. All the bands: the unsigned acts, the old acts looking for a new home, the secrete shows, the label parties, the fashions, the half dozen or so hot movies I'll get to see that aren’t out yet and don’t forget about the people. Oh, yes the beautiful and fabulous people who will draw me out of the house and keep me out of some of my favorite venues for the next solid week.

Even Pearl digs it.