
The preparation began early in the evening. PA - check; musically inclined friends - check; alcohol - check; smores stuff - check; firewood - sort of check (12 $2 duraflame logs will do). By about 9:00pm, our little SXSW blogger hostel backyard garden was ready for a night of friends and soft sounds. The music that filled the air came from the far reaching honesty of Matthew Sage , the captivating future gospel of Eola , the sweet whispers of my sister Steffaloo , the kitchenware experimentation [...]