Woke up on the side of Brookview Road, Austin, Texas. I was crashed in the van, the only people joining me were my dog, The RZA, and Jonny. Everyone else was crashed in my friend Josh’s basement. It looked like a sweat-shop.
I woke up (ed. note: sort of) way too early, yet managed to drag my ass to the Austin Convention Center to walk in thirty minutes late to give a speech about how DIY and sexy our little project is… I orated pretty hard for roughly five minutes, it was an ignite talk courtesy of Built via Bike Hugger (ed. note: yeah, confusing). I was amazing, I definitely sparkled, and about 100 (ed. note: generous) people came to hear me yap. Jonny gave me a standing ovation an the Buddhaphest clapped. Everyone else in our crew was back at camp passed out.
They got woke up real quick though. Woke up and off to hustle. The Jam Van was pulled into the Convention Center at five PM. Things were plugged in, and the situation was prepared for headiness.
I of course didn’t play much of a crucial role in the plugging in of things. I’d probably shock myself, and furthermore I had to see what SXSW was about and spread the word of our creation to the fine bevy of hipsters that had descended upon Austin this week in March. I found more BBQ, I found more music, I found a dude that looked like Skrillex. I found my way to a Prefix party, found my way to a SuperGood Music Party. I heard some tunes, I ate some tacos, I dubbed some step.
The night ended alongside the Buddhaphest, the Wolf, and Jonny on a massage chair in Gary Clark Jr.’s production office on dirty sixth street. How I got there is a blur, however, that massage chair is a clear memory, and I want one of them. It was far superior to the tent I shared with Jonny and the Wolf that night, but it didn’t rain, and it’s easy to sleep in a tent when you know your waking up in a world of heady. SXSW was on the morrow, and yeah, that’s what’s up.
Other Highlights: Rolling in a taxi cab with the Wolf and Jonny and having people in cars beside us yell at our driver for being a shredder who portrays Axle Rose in a cover band. That dude taught me a lot. He also got the finger and a lougie spit at him from a bike messenger. It was heady.
Also Leaving DJ (ed. note: aka Chach) passed out on a pile of beanbag chairs during a dubstep show… Everyone was like “that’s mean” when I told them to do it… I was like, “you don’t know him.”