marc is white
The weeks leading up to SXSW are filled with anticipation and excitement not felt in my husband, I would imagine, since he was a child waiting on the fat guy dressed in red. There will be a few thousand sample songs that need listening; day parties that need RSVPing to; and spreadsheets - there will be many, many spreadsheets. Yes, this is serious business.
Not only is there the planning of our days and nights of parties and shows - but, there is the added pressure of finding the best of the new bands to be sure that we can brag about seeing them way back when…
It was Marc’s passion for music, among other things that made me fall in love with him, but, at times the level of intensity of his obsession with new music is frightening. But, we have just discovered that he is not alone, and there is reason for his madness.
Listening: Wilco
