Kevin is home from SXSW…

And in the midst of perhaps 18 years of catch up–emails, bills, business card scanning and filing and about 98,000 pages of handwritten notes for which I blame my friend C.C. Chapman. He recommended a smart conference attendee arm themselves only with a moleskine and pen–no dead batteries, desperate searches for power supply or walking all week in semi-permanent hunch.

All true except I now have volumes of scrawlings to process and give life to beyond stenography. I feel like Henry Darger without a tiny Chicago apartment to hide out in and have my genius discovered years after my death.

I will happen, with effort, diligence and handfuls of speed mixed with applesauce. Lots of applesauce.

In the meantime, I wrote an assessment of SXSW Music for PopMatters and will be speaking of a bit of a mess I got myself into in this week's Huffington Post column. After that, count on SXSW posts for a while that will not depend on you actually having been there.

And thank you for your support.

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