I’m from Austin. And every year thousands of record execs and related debris descend upon the fair city in that grand tradition that is known as South by Southwest. Well, SXSW 2001 just wrapped up: oh yes, that special week when you can’t get a table at your favorite restaurant (you know…the one with the good fries), when you can’t see any of the bands you see every other week anyway play an abbreviated set at a club they wouldn’t normally ever play (or one that seems to have appeared out of thin air just for the week), when you get to see such musical luminaries as David Byrne, Steven Malkmus, and The Black Crowes (none of whom have any business being at a musical event that celebrates and helps unsigned bands… what jerks: I’d also like to add that I think their music is crap…so there).

But it’s over now, and I’m sure the city’s far worse for it. And probably in a complete state of ruin.

I wonder if Crispin (Hellion) Glover has ever played the festival? Now that might be a strong step in the hope of recovery…