Ready or not, South by Southwest, here we (and our Killer Death Flu) come

Could I have gotten the Killer Death Flu at a worse time? I’m flying down to Austin today for five days of music, beer, and hob-nobbing -- assuming the hob-nobbing includes copious beer and music -- at the annual South by Southwest festival, from where I'll be blogging here over the next few days. I’m hoping the airplane ride from Cleveland to Texas will clear my stuffed head a little, so by the time I get down there, I’m ready to party like a former Mickey Mouse Club pop star. Or at least listen to nonstop music like it was my job, which it is, which is probably why God stuck me with the I'll-Be-Dead-Soon Flu. A dude can't have everything. To commemorate the start of festivities, I give you five worse things than having the Please Lord Just Kill Me Now Flu at SXSW: ...
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