Ugh. I woke up to a splitting headache at 10 a.m. after four hours of restless sleep alternately punctuated by snoring from the Indian dude across the room, and bitchy, nasal complaints from the British douchehat in the bunk below me.

Ugh. I woke up to a splitting headache at 10 a.m. after four hours of restless sleep alternately punctuated by snoring from the Indian dude across the room, and bitchy, nasal complaints from the British douchehat in the bunk below me. I showered and jumped on the bus headed for The Fader Fort for some pre-event tour led by the best-dressed non-gay ever.

Apparently covering SXSW for Street Carnage qualifies me as what is known in “the industry” as a “digital influencer.” We “heavy hitters” (me and the guy who invented the Graffitti App for Facebook) were privy to the real “perks”: the same free, shitty beer, only about 40 minutes before everyone else who got to sleep in until a reasonable hour.

I inhaled a plate of complimentary BBQ while my homey shoplifted some Levi’s (even though they already gave us each a pair) and we split on a rickshaw.

We bumped into The Ferocious Few, apparently taking a hiatus from Delores Dolores [thanks, no. thanks.] Park for the week.

The Ferocious Few

Next on the agenda was a quick stop at The Sheraton downtown to do a quick little interview with Steven Ellison, who makes records as Flying Lotus.

Flying Lotus

I asked some questions (“How do you know Benji?”), he answered them and then we dipped. Dude got a call from some French homey and we took a cab to some river where we skipped the $10 cover and climbed aboard a bitchin’ ferry with two stages,two2 open bars, two kegs and about three girls total. We ratcheted up the consumption accordingly. Hey, how French is this guy?

I thought the acts were fucking rad, but don’t let that stop you, the commenter, from talking shit on the Internet. Panic Bomber is just a dude with a laptop and a microphone and (more) sequins who just completely loses his shit doing shitty covers of shitty songs.

Panic Bomber

KeysNKrates does some tight live-remix stuff that no one who reads this site will admit to liking, and DJ Digg was holding it down for Austin’s own Table Manners Crew, dropping cuts on top of each other and generally making the crowd go all banana sandwiches.

DJ Digg

A good time was had by all, especially the old guy who freed up the only cab in site by stumbling out prematurely. Homeboy, by his own admission, was “mighty drunk” and at that point, the feeling was mutual. Again, Austin locals are rad.

More tomorrow, I guess.

Total free drinks to date: 16

Total free meals: 2

-CLAYTON

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