Seattle, thank you. You were sunlight and summer for three straight days, saving your typically relentless rain for the personalized autograph of a goodbye drizzle -- a little reassurance found with just a closer look.
With only two earnest SXSW Music nights left, and an overstuffed head of unforgettable memories and music, I set out with a now insatiable appetite for more. More venues, more music, more Austin, as much as possible, as much as I could live; the unfortunate end to the sheer dreamlike sequence I'd been savoring was looming.
Fidlar opened the night to a thinly gathered crowd. While super tight and fun to watch, I just couldn't get over their similarity to Jay Reatard's entire back catalogue.