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Some time last weekend I decided that I would probably have as good of a chance finding places to DJ during Sundance via social engineering as I would legitimate gigs. Walking down Main St., I decided to stop in at Harry O’s, the biggest club on the street, to see how close I could get to DJing the party that All-American Rejects were playing there that night. After telling about 12 people working various jobs there that I was playing music that night and needed this or that detail taken care of, I had a time slot, a “Talent” VIP badge issued, and a couple VIP wristbands to give out to friends.


Oh, and, the last minute talent they put together instead of JT? Matisyahu. Damnit.
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