Saturday March 20, 2010 at 5:55 pm

gwar

Proximity to Fader Fort has drawn us in again. If only to see another Dam-Funk concert/mothership connection/autobahn street-funk carnival—all by one man. What followed seems to be following us around. Salem is the worst thing you’ll ever hope to see. Why do I get sucked into this? I managed to escape before things got medieval. Austin, at 40 degrees and under an ominous gray-blue canopy of cloud, in the post-apocalyptic landscape made after two weeks of tourists, is like walking around inside of a Troma movie. Backwoods Latin cannibal hipsters. But Bone Thugs at 9:00? At least my brothers Gwar were there. 

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