Well folks, that's it for this year's coverage of SXSW. We've sure come a long way. To think, just four days ago, I was under the impression that Austin had the breakfast tacos in the world (THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SAYING, NEW YORK TIMES!). But...it's over. Luckily, I found this dirty urinal that will forever (or until the health inspector makes his annual visit) immortalize the fun we've had during the past week.
I'd like to thank all the artists, writers, and labels who helped make this week easier for me, including Matias Aguayo, Bomba Estereo, ChocQuibTown, Jeff Weiss, Paul Dryden and Nacional Records, and Kompakt. And of course, thank you to Carlos for allowing me to take over this blog. I'm sure he's scratching at the bit to reclaim his throne.
As for me, I'll be back in a few days (apparently I have to review some big album that came out last Tuesday by some singer...Julia something or other). But I'll be around Austin, so if any of you guys see me, come say "Hi," and we'll go get some elote and a fruit cup. Besos.