“So let me paint a picture for you: you’ve been at SXSW for several days. Your ears are ringing. You’ve been moshing and sweating and dancing. You’re dehydrated; maybe you’re crying; and perhaps bleeding. You don’t know where you are. You’re wondering where your pants went. And you need an audio palette cleanser while you figure what your name and last name are. I would suggest you check out Gina Chavez.”