Eating ribs sat opposite Dave Grohl, inhaling vaporised cannabis with Action Bronson and watching Snoop Lion casually covering Bob Marley's hits are all in a days work at SXSW. With the music industry descending on Austin in Texas, its scorching heat and music-drenched streets behold a utopian playground for music lovers from across the globe.

The last day of SXSW and I found myself wandering around the supermarket hungover and a tear trickling down my cheek. This whole trip has been total...

We started today filming a session with Bastille. In the middle of Palm Park in the basking sun. After performing Pompeii, Kyle from the band then decided to climb the tallest tree in the park. Only at SXSW does this type of behaviour seem totally normal.

Every year thousands of music geeks (I include myself in that stereotype) descend on Austin in Texas for South By South West. As reports from the UK speak of snow, out here it's beautiful blue skies and open road.

Across the table in a Surrey coffee shop sits no ordinary singer. The smile is luminous, the eyes soft, her voice languorous.

Playing SXSW was a real honour. It's been something that I've wanted to do for a long time and to finally get out to Texas and do it was amazing. I had a couple of great showcases, played some really intimate sets, met loads of really cool people and saw some pretty crazy things.

Every spring, thousands of music industry executives and artists descend into the sleepy Texan metropolis of Austin to trade business cards, eat Mexican food, and get wasted. Getting hammered at SXSW is a music industry tradition that pre-dates both Nirvana and Napster.