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Holy double motherfuck. I have so much to tell you about this thing they call South By Southwest, but this comes first. I saw Slash early this morning at The Parish, a club with the capacity of 450. Slash! Totally unannounced and crazy. Bring out the 12-year-old fan-girl: It was the most surreal, awesomest thing ever. He was onstage in that Appetite For Destruction hat, cigarette dangling from his lips, pubic head-hair in full effect, wnka-wnka-wnkaing away on his guitar. Did I mention with Tom Morello? And Perry Fuckin' Farrell? And Wayne Kramer from MC5? And Les Claypool? And -- I have no idea how this happened -- Alexi Murdoch? And Extreme embarrassment Nuno Bettencourt? And they fuckin' played "Kick Out the Jams." And Jane's Addiction's "Ain't No Right." And Woody Guthrie's "This Land Is Our Land." Give me a few minutes to mainline some Red Bull and I'll tell you more.