Rain, lawn chairs test my limits at Austin
It's 8 p.m. on the Saturday of the Austin City Limits Music Festival. I'm standing in the Artists' Village, happy that I've been able to take off my poncho and lower my umbrella for the first time in hours. Gregg Gillis, aka Girl Talk, appears at my right shoulder wearing a Pittsburgh Pirates cap and a scraggly beard that's reminiscent of the one I grow periodically when I decide that my pale face needs color. I like him immediately.
We search for a place to sit. His PR rep, ...
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