Here’s an idea:
1. Cram half a dozen+ guys into a condo for a week
2. Have them shlep around a mountain ski resort, alternating sitting through 90 minute chunks of pretentious “indie” blige with waiting for a bus in sub-freezing temperatures.
3. Add copious amounts of 3.2 beer (I bring my own stash), bacteria and germs from such far-flung locales as Orlando, FL and Petaluma, CA, and sleep habits that range from “three-toed tree sloth” (Gore) to “ferret on DMT” (Campos).
4. Mix well.
5. Stand back and hope for a relative lack of violence. Oh, and maybe some occasionally coherent reviews.
I love it. God help me, I do love it so.
It almost killed me last year, after all.