track came only a month after Karen’s passing and so the song became a bittersweet cause for reflection on not only the amazing and mysterious woman that Karen was, but also of the time spent with my dear friend who has since moved hundreds of miles away. In a way it hurts my heart to listen to it, but I wouldn’t trade the memories for anything. Seeing and meeting Solange SXSW was the first time that I really got to meet and hang out with many of my online music friends. On Friday night I was hanging out at a diner with some chums waiting for my friend and business partner Tripp’s plane to land. It was the first time seeing Tripp in real life, which might seem odd since we own and operate Chill Mega Chill Records together, but such is the nature of the modern age. Anyways, it was late but Tripp wanted to see downtown Austin before heading to our friend’s house and so we began walking. It was around 1am and we were shuffling around the still busy streets when we decided to swing by the Hype Hotel and see if our friend Jake was still there. Luckily for us Solange’s set, which was supposed to happen at 8pm, was pushed back so late that she was literally taking the stage as we sauntered in. There we met up with Jake and some other friends, including a certain very drunk Miscreant Jeanette Wall, and we all danced our asses off with big dumb grins plastered across our faces. I can’t remember the last time that I was so completely happy. The only thing that came close was meeting Solange backstage at a Toro y Moi show the next day, but that’s a story for another time.
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