Hello fans of self-indulgent music reporting-
Since I have the home field advantage—and because there's nothing I love more than spicing up my rock 'n' roll experience with diligent note-taking—starting tomorrow and through Sunday, I will once again be reporting daily from the Austin City Limits festival. Every night after I get home (which just might be earlier than ever, considering the dearth of good, non-$40-to-see-the-Butthole-Surfers after-shows this year) I'll be pouring my sunburned little heart out on the day's various events, poking fun at people's festival attire, and giving short shrift to all the bands you love so you can eviscerate me for it in the comments. So whether you're attending ACL and you need a daily refresher on all the awesome memories you've already Shinered away, or you want the vicarious experience of going to a show with me without the secondhand smoke, I hope you'll join me here each day as I take you through all the good, not-as-good, and goddamn boring Jack Johnson disciples playing the Zilker Park dustbowl.