Hey, the absinthe was free.

March 6, 2010

Hey, the absinthe was free.

People who had come expecting a[n Animal Collective] concert (despite the Guggenheim’s advance description of the event as a “kinetic, psychedelic environment”) chattered, drank complimentary absinthe cocktails, grew annoyed and left well before the nearly three hours were over.

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