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Sketches of SXSW Archetypes
Here's a cool post from www.softwareadvice.com that was emailed to me yesterday about the "types" that show up at South by Southwest. The remainder of the article can be read at the link at the bottom.
MUSIC
“I’m digging the vibes of this city.”
The Dirty Hippy can be spotted wandering barefoot with an ambiguously bred mutt and a djembe in tow. Easily recognizable, he sports tie-dye, hemp, and anything that says “Legalize It.” Regardless, you’ll smell him before you see him; the patchouli and body odor will hit you like a truck. The Dirty Hippy flocks to SXSW each year to hack the sack, beat the drums, and partake in the never-ending supply of free munchies. During daylight hours, the Dirty Hippy attends free art exhibits and seminars on Kombucha brewing. When the moon rises, he can be found at free-form jam seshes and Bob Marley tribute concerts. Avoid him by attending any paid event.
“This bar is sooo over.”
It’s surprising that hipsters even attend SXSW, considering how mainstream it’s become. And yet, they can be found everywhere, donning their skinny jeans, deep-V’s, black-rimmed glasses, and handlebar moustaches. He will claim to care less, but he will run you over on his vintage fixie to get to that unofficial SXSW concert. Who’s playing? You’ve never heard of them, but the Hipster’s got ‘em on vinyl. To track the Hipster, follow the trail of empty PBRs and American Spirit butts. When SXSW ends, he’ll return to the obscure East Austin dive bar from whence they came.
“Neiiiiighhh!! Hey, where ya goin’? Can I bum a cigarette?”
Rare as a unicorn and impossible to classify, this guy will make you think you’re hallucinating. His goal is to one-up all the hipsters out there by being the weirdest. He wins. Clad in jorts and a huge, brown horse mask, he can be found hula-hooping at outdoor concerts. Scribbled on his shirtless chest is one word: “PARTY.” At night, he flies his kite into the trees. WTF? If he speaks to you, he’ll be using a voice changer to ask you for a cigarette. Again, WTF? Run away before he gets naked. We kid you not, we saw this guy yesterday.
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