Well, I’ve been back from Austin a few days now, and aside from a nasty cold I managed to get afflicted with at some point during our journey, I think it’s safe to say I’ve recovered nicely from our SXSW experience.

The point of this blog, by the way, is really just to name drop and thank the thousand or so wonderful folks who helped us out or appeared before our cameras when we were on Texas time. So here goes: Thanks to the fine folks with the SXSW festival (Linda, Elizabeth, Mary bless you all) who made the preparations for our journey a whole lot simpler than they might have been otherwise.

Thanks to all the talented filmmakers, from Mike Mills to Morgan Spurlock to Evan Mather (too many more to mention), that took time out to talk to us.
An equal thanks goes to all the wonderful musicians who gave us a few moments of their time both in front of and behind their instruments, including Kurt and William from Lambchop, Cortney Tidwell, The Pink Spiders and De Novo Dahl. All of them joined in our fun and didn’t shy away for a second when we shamelessly asked them to plug us.

Also, a big thanks to our programming manager Roxanne Benjamin, who held down the fort here at DOC HQ in Nashville and filled in for me on our podcast when I was still in the early stages of my current ailment.
I should also say that any of the great footage you’ll soon see could not have been shot without the hard work of Documentary Channel creative director Josh Blasingame or the genius (and I do not use this term lightly, I use it heavily) producer/camera-man/jack of all trades Matthew Robison.
Shout-outs and fruit baskets should also be plentifully handed out to Brady and the wonderful folks at Southern Thread who sponsored our journey and didn’t shy away from some pure Gonzo filmmaking (we can’t wait to share the spot we shot for them with you). Also to Dave and all the lovely folks at VMIX (who made me pose for a photograph when I was looking more like Robert Downey Jr.’s character in “Less than Zero” than the bad mofo Director of Programming you gentle readers know me to be.

So there, proof positive that droppin’ names can be awfully fun sometimes. Hope we can do it again in 2008.