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If you’ve never had the opportunity to attend the Austin City Limits Music Festival, I suggest you rectify that next year (or as soon as you can). I’ve been twice now, and it’s such a fantastic music event – and what great people watching!
This year I was really pleased that Dell arranged for me to learn about their collaborative efforts with C3, Arts and Labor, and AMD to bring the festival to millions of viewers live around the world via YouTube. I’m an Apple Fangirl, but I’ve owned Dells for years, and have always been a Dell Fangirl as well. So it was kind of cool to me to find out (as much as I love Apple) that Dell/Adobe Premiere Pro replaced a Mac/Final Cut Pro setup at ACL fest this year, making the process of livestreaming so much more efficient. Did you watch any of the event on YouTube? I’ve seen people who did talk about it, and it was definitely a success. The Power to Do More definitely rocked out hard this year at ACL. It was fun and interesting to witness that, and I’m really appreciative that I got to enjoy and shoot the festival.
Dell also provided a really fun opportunity: The Speed of Thought Slow-Mo Booth. Several of us who got to go backstage and learn about the awesome tech also got to make these really fun 1200-2500fps slow motion videos. Check them out! I thought my hair flip was pretty rad, but I think Scoble beat me with his water balloon. (Delta Spirit, Fitz & The Tantrums, and Little Hurricane did videos, too, among others.)
Learn more about the slow motion videos as well as the switch from Apple to Dell behind the scenes at ACL by listening to thisinterview of Erik Horn of Arts and Labor by Robert Scoble. Also, check out this post about all the behind the scenes tech and how it worked by Thomas Hawk.
In addition to learning about the livestreaming setup, I was lucky enough to have Dell & Richard Binhammer graciously arrange for me to have photo access at ACL, which means I got into the photo pits (along with Thomas Hawk & Robert Scoble) at the fronts of the stages.
I was able to photograph so many different musical performances over those 3 days that my head was spinning (in the most awesome way). So many acts! So much work! So much running back and forth from stage to stage! SO FUN AND AWESOME. Thank you, Dell!
I hope you enjoy these photos. I’ve been working on getting what I feel are the best of them ready just to show you guys and my G+ friends. There are so many, so I’m only sharing a handful of them in this post. I’ll be sharing more of them as time goes by. If you want to see all the photography I share every day, don’t forget to circle me over at Google+ by clicking here for my profile.
Which photo is your favorite?
The next time you see me here, I’ll be back where I left my heart years ago.
Heading back to live in Austin, my friends. With a huge grin plastered across my face.
I’m sure I’ll be tweeting all along the way there, so if you’re interested in coming along, follow me on Twitter!
I am so, so, so happy.
Because every time something reminds me of the time when I lived there, my chest aches.
I miss you, Austin.
I miss the friends I made there. I miss the guy for whom all food is Mexican. I miss the redhead with the unruly toddler who asked me, “did you smell my toot?” I miss the die-hard bargain shopper who loves all things lemon and tea. I miss the guy who showed me “too many colors!” I miss the kitchen ninja who made my hair become strands of many hues. I miss that lovely blonde girl who autographed my boobie. I miss the unruly, late-night-TC-eating, prankster. I miss she of the ripped skirt. I miss them all.
I miss hating, loving, and being challenged by my job. I miss my bosses, my employees, and my customers. (I also kind of don’t miss my bosses or my customers. There were moments, okay?) I miss late night floor changes that made me want to rip my face off, followed by late night drinking with co-workers, where I generally laughed what was left of my face off. I miss being late to work, because it meant I had a schedule. I miss being a part of the outside world.
I miss Pastor Jeff and his Hawaiian shirts. I miss how he looks kind of like Phil Jackson, but in a cuddly, teddy bear way. I miss being a greeter at church and holding the door for people. I miss the feeling of being in the place where I was baptised.
I miss our large dog in the backyard who used to chew pieces of our house off when he got bored. I miss the way he was over 100lbs, but The Mexican, at 5lbs, was in charge of him. Because he was a gentle giant. I miss how when we first got them both as puppies, they drove me crazy until I thought I would rip all my hair from my head. I miss the way they used to play together and bring me endless joy.
I miss giggling like a school girl, but then kind of throwing up in my mouth a little, as we passed by Hippie Hollow on our way to other spots along Lake Travis. I miss playing at the lake all day and then sipping a margarita on the deck of The Oasis. I miss feeling sun drunk and heady, sitting on that deck, set into the side of the cliff, as I stared into John’s eyes while the sun set over the water right below us. I miss the way they used to ring the bell right at the moment the sun slipped below the horizon, and how everyone in the whole place clapped.
I miss celebrating the sunset with strangers.
I miss living in the house we owned together… young, careless, stupid. I miss late-night partying and reckless behavior. I miss deciding to sleep until noon, just because it felt so cuddly in his embrace. I miss going out just for doughnuts at 2am if we felt like it. I miss taking my youth for granted. I miss being carefree.
I miss my garden. I miss being able to dig up whatever part of the yard I damn well pleased and plant anything my heart desired there. I miss the lime tree I planted just so that I’d never have a Corona in my hands that lacked a lime. I miss living where a lime tree would actually thrive.
I miss Taco Cabana. Whataburger. Kerbey Lane. CHUYS. (I would kill a man with my bare hands right now for that creamy jalapeno dip.)
I miss this guy quite a lot:
I miss bare-foot weather 361 days of the year and more blue skies with puffy clouds than you can dream.
I miss the way you look, the way you feel, and who I was when I was with you, Austin.
I could go on, but what’s the point, really?
I miss you, Austin.
I wonder if you miss me.