Without boring you, my dear reader, of my antics, I'll start my tale with picking up my badge, which is basically my (semi) all-access pass into official SXSW showcases. Like, who cares that my flights were delayed, and my housemate sheltered some weirdo random kid who could have been an axe murderer for all we know?
Pretty much, my day started at the Loft at 718, where one of my favorite DJ's DJ100proof was spinning, and my homegirl Hollis explained her attack mode for the festival. Let me say, I was really fucking overwhelmed at the start of this festival. Could I have planned this better? Could I have done some planning at all? Yes, and yes.
Anyway, I chilled out, and we walked over into the general direction of the Fader Fort, which is like the place where hipsters go to meet hipsters and not enjoy the music being played. Or maybe they do. I'm not really sure because I'm obviously not a hipster.
While walking over there, we ran into Shawn Chrystopher on the street (what up Shawn!), and I ended up going to get my wristband and stay over there to see Big K.R.I.T. I mistakenly thought K.R.I.T. was on at 3:00, mostly because I didn't have a schedule of any sort. I listened to two rock bands who sounded the same (isn't that what people say about rap music who don't listen to it) and drank free Vitaminwater and Smartwater.
Big K.R.I.T.'s set was so impressive! No diss to Seattle, but it was great to be in a crowd that actually enjoyed his music, that was dancing around, and wilding out. If you've ever been to a rap show in Seattle, you'd know that most people just stand there with blank looks ...
