SXSW 2004
October 24, 2006

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nate and jill at the Blogger party at Club deVille

kristy takes more pictures than i do, i think

russ and gabe consummate their love.

george and george meet face to face

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kathryn, george, justin, a boy, george, rod, min jung, jane, lia and mmmmmmmmRibs.

Q&A with jim jarmusch after a screening of his new film Coffee & Cigarettes

bruce sterling's tiny llama

pregnant chihuahua, pebbles, at bruce sterling's house

drop the laptop and slowly walk away from the internet: george and matt drinking and blogging at opal divine's.

lia enjoys "kosher tacos" at katz's deli as kathryn looks on

the next night i catch kathryn rocking out at the absolutely kosher records showcase. 'atta girl.

this is darla. i volunteered with her during sxsw. darla is a swag whore. she spent most of her days wandering around the music tradeshow grabbing swag, free passes and party invites. then she would clip the swag to her sxsw lanyard, weighing down her neck. i found this giant ace card with a keyring on it and gave it to her to wear to complete the swag whore look.

note: schwag means pot; swag means free giveaways

then we gave the ace card to this guy and told him it was the invite for the best sxsw party ever and that he could get a free ipod if he wore it to the Spin party at Stubb's. he believed us and walked all the way to Stubb's with the ultimate pass attached to his lanyard. he didn't get an ipod.

response playing at Japan Nite

jordan lighting a cigarette at the Record Collection label party

russ follows suit and his photo comes out better. jordan is jealous.

a sweaty and blurry, pissed off har mar

obey giant was in town for the tradeshow

go nova plays at treasure island. because i'm a good, supportive friend i went to see them even after i sprained my ankle.

the comas performing at the lounge with Conductor playing overhead

as i was hobbling down the street i ran into leslie and i asked him if we could take a picture. he said sure and proceded to lift his shirt and show me his ass. "no, not that kind of picture!", i told him. "oh, alright", he seemed to understand. i tipped him $1.25 for his trouble.

japanese duo, petty booka and the meat purveyors playing bluegrass covers

then i saw the hives, but kristy took a MUCH better picture of Pelle Almqvist than i ever could.