by Jared Booth
If you're losing touch with that hippie-dippie little ball of naivete you used to be, a Dead Wednesday or two will set you straight (and by that I mean crooked). As the weather warms up, the red-eyed bead-hawkers, white-boy rastas, middle-aged lawyers in tie-dye shirts, and, of course, all of their dogs swarm the Pour House deck. Yeah, it might take a minute to get your sea legs back, but a few PBR pints later, you'll be shaking your head around and getting lost in your past. The music is top-notch, with members of several different bands joining Reckoning and other groups to pick the tunes they love most. And when you're feeling it, there's just nothing better than sunshine, a cold can of beer, "Sugar Magnolia," and some crunchy vibes.
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