Kevin Bronson on March 19th, 2011

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Thursday, March 17

Day 5? 6?  Starting to get blurry.

Four shows down. Starting to feel the burn. We are now fueled by booze and hot dogs. We are coated with a sweaty glaze. The Texas winds push ya forward when your feet stop working.  The girls wear less clothing as the festival progresses, and the boys become more invincible.

We are having a blast. This band laughs a lot. One of my superpowers is the ability to make Greg laugh at any given time. (my other powers consist of the ability to fall instantly asleep and avoiding eye contact). Melissa is throwing down some serious guitarage. The girl can play.

After two shows yesterday we found ourselves with the night off. I had visions of calling it an early night and getting some well needed sleep, but instead opted to go out drinking with the Voxhaul boys and discuss guitar solos. I stuck with beer, if I vary from that it can get dark.

I am licking my wounds this morning to say the least. We have two shows today. I am told the one at 3 p.m. is important, whatever that means. Melissa told me we won Best Sports name of SXSW. It’s nice to be recognized.

Joshua