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March 22, 2005

Sweat

I have a new Nerve column up, this one on the world-defining topic of sex in steam rooms. Read and empathize. Or just shake your head that someone can make a modest living writing this stuff.

If you've ever wondered what it's like to have a famous Scottish band play a live show in one of your best buddy's living rooms, read this tabloid article. And yes, I was there. The reporter forgot to mention the ubiquitous fat guy who stood in front of me and shouted "OHHHH YEAHHHHH!" every time Idlewild started a new song. Also, MC Chris, from Adult Swim, did some rapping. I know that sounds square, but it really was rapping. I'd never heard of MC Chris, but then again, I'm not a stoner between the ages of 16 and 29.

Finally, this post pretty much sums up SXSW 2005 for me. Who could have written such a thing? One of the guys from Baffler's AAA social-critic farm league? Read it and hate capitalism.

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