SXSW 1994 Didn't Need an App to Tell You the Show Was Good
In 1994 you paid cash at a folding table outside a paint-peeling room on 5th and Brazos, watched a band from Athens or Lubbock blow the roof off, and left with a napkin setlist; now the corner demands an $1100 wristband scan, sponsored gates, and an engagement coordinator hawking tote bags while venture capital chatter drowns the guitars.
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