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with seam and three mile pilot announced today for the touch & go 25th anniversary block party september 8-10 at the hideout in chicago, i can't stop my face from contorting. thumbing through mental reactions, visible facially. glee, worry, fear, hope, excitement. while s and k were promising the gods of chicago and the gods of music [reunited music, that is] AND the gods of chicago music [entirely separate gods] their descent on the town upon announcement of scratch acid, my feet stood firmly planted in detroit soil. fuck that! let's take a hot air balloon to fucking chicago in early september. you think that's possible?

this is where you read all about it ------------> ohhhhh, touch & go