Date: Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Time: 11: 21 a.m. (CS … really, though?)
Place: The round fake-wooden table in my Super Eight hotel room.
Can someone please explain to me where the signals get crossed when the “do not disturb” sign is hung on a hotel room door. I never thought it meant, “maybe disturb, if you feel like it,” or, “hey, come on in, I’m only taking a shower.” Perhaps things are different in Texas. Shoot, who am I kidding? Even Texas Roadhouse is different in Texas!
I’m worried about getting sunburned. The sun is out again (warm weather gives my feelings feelings) and it looks like a lot of the day will be spent trekking the outdoor terrain once more. Don’t let anybody tell you that South By Southwest is not a grind. No matter what capacity in which you attend, you’ll leave sore in most every faction of life. That can be a good thing, depending on your Outlook On Life. Guess what my Outlook On Life is? Yeah, you win.
I already received my first complaint and I haven’t been here for 24 hours. Turns out, a guy called the office to tell me that another Frederick band is “on their way” to South By Southwest right now, and I should cover them instead. For good measure, he ended the message with the type of condescending tone that makes even someone as condescending as myself cringe, proclaiming something along the lines of this: “At least this band won’t be part of some dope tour.” Ahhhh, Frederick.
I presume that nobody is reading these diary entries, and if anyone is, it’s probably a hate-read. That’s OK. Or, well, I guess I should say that’s OK, even if it does bother me a bit. You get a chance to go to South By Southwest and damn it if you don’t write, write and write. Quantity over quality, friends. Quantity over quality.
Is it weird to anyone else that all the late-night shows begin an hour earlier here? Like, why not just start the local news at 11, like normal people, go to Fallon at 11:35, Meyers at 12:35, and so on and so forth? It was so weird to see Carson Daly on a television screen at 12:30 last night. I felt like I was having a TRL fever dream. Who are you, Central Standard Time?
Also of note: Does anyone know if you can substitute a bar of soap for toothpaste? Just wondering.