(Party Report) Dancin' on SXSW's grave at the Imposition

Five minutes before Cloud Nothings began their set at The Longbranch, after Weekend made every hand in the crowd grip their beer cans with white-knuckled lust, the last of the rum & Xanax crawled into the back of my head and took a nap. A warm breeze blew me and all the other dusty t-shirts away from our cigarettes and into a crowd of people who weren't there to get a free iPhone case or see Jack White.  We wanted to get drunk and listen to music. Music so close its spit hits our forehe...

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