This year marked my seventh SXSW—which makes me feel awfully old, despite being just 23. I still remember my first time at the festival. I was 16, I traveled from the Rio Grande Valley with my older brother to Austin for the first time to see the Strokes play at Auditorium Shores. I can visualize perfectly the first time we rounded the corner on I-35, passing the Holly St exit, and catching my first view of the Austin skyline. The weather was idyllic and I got to see my favorite band of all time for free. It's no wonder I moved to Austin just three years later.