oh man.
Exodus, 2016, The Brass Mug in Tampa, FL. this is already a venue that feels like it is operating with an air cooling system from 1927 as it is, but the AC just stopped working this day, and it was the middle of a Florida summer, with wall to wall people (as these were one-off Florida shows). I was drenched in sweat within 15 minutes, as was everybody else. It smelled like the abominable snowman's asshole by the end, and of course the floor got slippery due to condensation, so moshing was like ice skating.
I went outside and wrung out my shirt like I'd just been in the pool.
I talked to Steve Souza a few years later and he said he threw up in his Uber that night
― Gymnopédie Pablo (Neanderthal), Thursday, 2 June 2022 00:03 (three years ago)