It's all over.
South By Southwest 2009 wrapped on Sunday, and we're back in New York, picking through the hours of tape we shot, reminiscing about the good times (check out our favorite SXSW moments) and trying very hard not to fall asleep on our keyboards. This is proving more difficult than I had imagined.
Because after the week-long party that is SXSW, there's the inevitable hangover. And, well, right now, that hangover is fierce — and I don't even drink!
I slept 10 hours last week. On Saturday night, I didn't sleep at all, as we wrapped production at 4:30 a.m., then headed right to the airport for our 7 a.m. flight. The scene at Austin-Bergstrom International was like something out of "Dawn of the Dead," with bands, publicists and hipsters wandering around the terminal like zombies, shoveling breakfast tacos into their mouths. There were bodies sprawled on the floor, heads buried in hooded sweatshirts, sunglasses covering bloodshot eyes. It was like one gigantic commercial for Promises. And it's only gotten worse since then!
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Last week, in the run-up to Super Bowl XLIII, I did an interview with 
So by now you've probably seen my terrifying run-in with Diddy on "FNMTV." Watching it back, it's even more amazing now — especially since, when it happened, it was such a blur.
I had heard the stories — you don’t wanna interview MGMT, they’re sorta jerks, they’ll cackle at your questions, ice you with their hipster glares. So, understandably, when I was penciled in to talk with guys backstage at Lollapalooza, I was a little on edge.
... Primarily so I don't screw up royally. This is a serious-looking pic of Tim and me at the morning read-through, which is an industry term for "the time where everyone fumbles through and causes the show producers to worry."