Many of the acts who have featured on our bills have gone on to big things: when Mogwai played the 1996 Crawl, they weren't the post-rock darlings they later became; in 2007, Adele wasn't even dreaming of the success of 21; likewise, 2008's Florence and the Machine and Mumford and Sons are now mainstream acts in their own right.
We're entering the final furlong at Crawl HQ - the Crawl begins on 4 May. This means every job is now completed at a frenzied sprint, and this is without factoring in what's shaping up to be an equally exciting - and therefore equally demanding - festival over in Dublin.
Music festivals are everywhere these days - it feels like there's one everywhere you turn. This fact now seems to extend even to the pages of the Observer on a Sunday morning.
If I've been doing my job right, the one message that would have come out of this series of blogs so far would be loud and clear: if you're running a festival, expect to work hard.
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.
This blog risks giving the impression that the festival manager is responsible for everything, co-ordinating every detail and straining every sinew. While this is exactly what festival management sometimes feels like, in truth running an event like this is more about collaboration, delegation and compromise.
A great line-up is all very well, but ultimately your festival is only as good as the crowd it attracts: if you have fantastic bands but only four people to watch them, you don't have a festival.
This week was what it's all about: bands, DJs, solo artists and more bands. Running a music festival can sometimes seem about everything except music - the form-filling, the meetings, the co-ordination, people management, marketing, budgets, promotions and millions of emails. Ultimately, though, the hard work you put into these things is aimed at creating the best festival line-up and punter experience.
When I first started toying with the idea of exporting the Camden Crawl model to like-minded communities, the Irish capital wasn't the obvious first step that it should have been. I spent two years going round the houses - looking at Paris, Manchester, Amsterdam, Glasgow and Madrid, before winding up in Dublin last summer.
In a way, everyone is a philosopher. We're all trying to work out what our lives are about. In this period of economic, environmental, and political transition, that is surely something worth embracing.
In years past we've had everything from Madness playing on an open-top bus, to Amy Winehouse or Adele crooning in a bar, to a band like Cerebral Ballzy tearing their venue apart. Putting all this together is like constructing a 3D puzzle using only verbal instructions. But when you get it right, it just clicks.
In an era of global revolution, we'll also ask if art has a duty to be primarily engaged in political change whether or not it is at the top of a buyer's wish list. Most importantly, when faced with the realities of an art world slowly piecing itself back together and an economic climate that promises little immediate relief, the transformative power of creativity is worthy of our discussion.
Most people have crazy ideas after a few drinks, laugh it off the next day and move on, but not us, my background is PR & marketing and Steve's background before running bars was exhibition design and build, so the next day we weren't laughing, we were putting together a budget for flights, hotels, transport, stages, lighting and sound.
I used to love Bestival. So much. The first couple of years, before it was expanded, were an utter delight. I had one of my favourite gigs ever, in the Secret Disco, coming on after Sean Rowley's Guilty Pleasures...Quickly, however, the rot set in.
When you can honestly say you love the toilets at a festival on day three, that festival is probably something special. I love the toilets at Greenbelt.
Another festival, another corporate cluster bomb. Or not, as I discovered at the Secret Garden Party.