ALCOHOL!
The Sin City Social was billed by word of mouth as something of a Budweiser Woodstock, with more kegs of the stuff than five Evil Kneivels could shake a cast at. An annual brown-out staged near the unlikely town of Virginia, Illinois, it brings all the area basket brains tumbling out of the woodwork to out-drink, out-puke and out-boogie-down one another while local bands grind out some of the most hope-deadening power drool ever to fall off a stage.
SIN CITY SOCIAL '75 WELCOME TO BUDWEISER WOODSTOCK OR THE JUICING OF AMERICA
ALCOHOL!
RICK JOHNSON
BY
Yep, booze. It's always been around, but the doper's disdain.for splrltus fermenti is no longer fashionable among the young and hip. Tequila is fashionable. Puking is fashionable. Bloody Marys and bloody noses. (Peace and love was for sissies! EVERYTHING YOUR OLD MAN DRINKS IS HIP. But you know that already— that's why he's put a lock on his liquor cabinet. Because your destrucf o culture has caught up with his. Ain't it fun, being reunited at last in the same gutter?
The Sin City Social was billed by word of mouth as something of a Budweiser Woodstock, with more kegs of the stuff than five Evil Kneivels could shake a cast at. An annual brown-out staged near the unlikely town of Virginia, Illinois, it brings all the area basket brains tumbling out of the woodwork to out-drink, out-puke and out-boogiedown one another while local bands grind out some of the most hope-deadening power drool ever to fall off a stage.