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So I'm sitting in traffic on MOPAC, the north/south expressway in Austin, listening to Willie Nile sing "Streets of New York," a tune that can be thought of as his "Jungleland" from his latest album, Streets of New York, on the CD player of my rented Jeep Liberty.
Not sure exactly what that really means, something about New York vs. Austin in my mind I guess, but then my mind is again the SXSW groove so anything is possible.
Yes, it's South By Southwest time and Austin is again a traffic–clogged hive of music and the music business. I've seen two classic interviews, Emmylou…
No, it's full of holes: specifically quarks and gluons. The Relativistic Heavy Ion Collider (RHIC) in Upton, NY is "re-creating the opening microseconds of the universe's existence."
I've known that lie detectors are far from reliable for years, but I never realized that our faith in them was a distinctly American trait.
Here's a good example of why it is sometimes better to only know a writer through his writing.
Does anybody know if this David Attenborough clip is legit? I have my doubts about that chainsaw.
Via Jon Iverson.
Consumerist posts a nice rant from a music buyer who went over to the dark side because his legally purchased music was crippled by DRM so that he couldn't listen to it on his iPod.
That's what we call "defective by design."
Via Jeff Wong.
SWSX 2007. It was the year of the female singer. And of course of Iggy.
Let's do Mr. Osterberg first.
South By Southwest usually saves the best for last, which always seems to mean the final act at Stubb's on Saturday night. For those unfamiliar with Austin, Stubb's is a BBQ joint, once owned by CB Stubblefield or "Stubb," a Navasota, Texas native who opened his first pit out in Lubbock after returning from the KO-rean (as they say it in Texas). While C.B. and his Lubbock restaurant are gone now, his name lives on in a line of nationally marketed sauces and in the Austin location, which…