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I'm conscious only of the rush...

A chapter-by-chapter dive into the intersection of music, food truck awesomeness, and DIY culture that is SXSW.

Finding out what makes Austin weird, while being at the center of the music world during 1 week in March 2012. Adventure writing and food & music narrative journalism. (Scroll over the images immediately below to get started.)

1. Waking in Flight

I’m conscious only of the rush… A whir, a jostle, the air pouring in, and then the light as I open my eyes, the light

2. West Philly Prelude

Dark. Wondrous. Ethereal. A mystery you shape—the eerie glow of the subway’s depths seen from the back of a trolley on T

3. Pauses and Restarts...

4 ½ or maybe as little as 3 ½ hours through Virginia—the hills, the cows repeating, the stretch interminable with time,

4. Check Engine Light

There was something to Skip’s movements as he checked the engine. The way he pulled the dipstick from the transmission.

5. Stange pets, bespotted aliens, and the men who peer from tree stumps

The slope of the exit ramp brought us wearily around a park the van slinked around until we were turning up the main dra

6. Dragons in the night.

And then I was behind the wheel, the gleaming Tennessee sign burning brighter just for me. In the seat of volition, the

7. The void of night.

A heavy static somewhere in the background, I felt the cushioned seat spring back as I slowly raised my head to take sto

8. Arrival

In glimpses, flashes of light, Little Rock, Arkansas. Again, the unknowing followed by a newborn’s groping. The hi

9.The Day Before/Offloading

Erik just strolled in, so I waited for him to come back and I did the same. I went to the bathroom and luxuriated in was

10. Halcyon On and On & Where The Pedicabs Cabs Go

I was tired. After a day and 6 hours of driving, I wasn’t at my energetic best. And I smelled. With neither situation of

11. An Imposter Revealed, Food Truck Redemption, A Skeleton of New Year’s past, and A Siren’s Song.

I wake up, the heavy hotel blankets still pinned under my chin. With my jeans still on, I’m more than a bit toasty. I

12. Into East Austin, The Silence of The Bats, and Say Goodnight To The World.

I pay for my coffee and walk around the counter, coming to the other side of the bike shop, the section with actual bike

 

 

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