Got quite the SX love letter in the inbox today, and had to share:
“I remember the first time I went to Southby in 2007 with my best friend who drove 12 hours to come spend spring break with me. It was a hazy time in my life since I decided it would be a good idea to get my wisdom teeth taken out while I was on break from classes, but what I do remember was the sense of excitement at what it meant to be in Austin. While running from 6th street to UT’s ACL live studio to catch Ghostland Observatory for the second time that day, I decided that I was going to spend my early twenties in the only city that could offer me cheap tacos for breakfast and free booze for dinner if not just for one week out of the year.
In 2008, I really came to understand Southby and who I was as a person. No longer did I need to spend my money on a wristband to get into shows, I just needed enough will and lies to get past the door man. I met so many fun, interesting, hip people at the FADER FORT and realized there was absolutely nothing wrong with being as hip as I wanted to be. My jorts could be as high as I wanted and my wasted could be so much more wasted than those “non-hipster judgmental type” people in the back-row disgusted at how hip everything had suddenly become.
I spend 2009 sneaking underage girls into hip parties, all the while donning my fresh red Levi’s, and assuring them that this is what its like when your with me. I met the girl who would become my girlfriend for two years this way, and though things didn’t really work out between the two of us, we’ll always have the Bird’s Barbershop party to look back at with fond memories, even if she ran off with Beardy McTightpants that evening!
Just last year I feel like I met all my friends for the first time ever. Again, my best friend drove 12 hours to spend a week with me, only this time he had 10 hangers on, so Southby became known as CouchbyCouchWest with all these people sleeping on my floor. The Albequrazy crew brought so much energy to my Southby experience at a moment when I started to grow disenchanted with the festival. Despite it being their first SouthBy experience, they seemed to get it right away and were everywhere I needed them to be when I was to wasted to get a ride home or my lady was pissed at me for not wanting to sit through SALEM.
One moment stands out among all as what the festival really is for me, and that is when Sir Woolfy of DFA fame somehow came to be the 11th person on the floor at my house. Between the NAC liver cleansing pills he taught us about, the legendary mink and champagne he acquired from a Southby crush and the epic party he got 25 people into with the simple phrase “These are my friends” — I came to know that Southby is just about that; FRIENDS. As a result of the festival a group of friends I started to hang out with during SouthBy started DJ’ing together regularly.
I hope you and your friends have as great a Southby and me and my crew plan on having, and make sure to check out the Flying Turns DJ crew, I’m sure they’ll be up to something super rad.”
Southby, bringing friends together.
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