So SXSW starts today. I am at once nervous and excited and tired already. I don’t know what to expect this year, but that’s the point, right? I paid $200 walk-up for my Music wristband, so at least I can bounce out of venues if the band doesn’t grab me. But my trepidation is that there I’ll be, this old-shaped thing, interloping in young spaces looking for young vibes to keep my soul alive.
Vampires we become.
Logistics are my initial concern (parking, food, getting around), but so is safety and awareness. Being old-shaped is a handicap, even in this town. I guess that’s why people get more gun-nutty as they get older. I’ll just keep my head on a swivel and my wallet in the front, and I think I’ll be ahead of the game.
Seriously, though, I hope to have fun this year, to find serendipity. My aim is to distract myself for a week and come away with new artists in my wishlist to enjoy for the next year. That’s what keeps me young.