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I'm not sure I approve of all this touchy feely-spectacle stuff
"Pretty soon, Nace and Moore were backing up into the crowd like two basketball players muscling their way into the paint for a layup. Moore surfed the crowd for a minute. Nace made his guitar howl with pain. The distinction between audience and performer continued to dissolve as fans grabbed at the guitars, adding to the maelstrom of sound that the instuments continued to generate. Moore and Nace ended up in the middle of the floor with their guitars on the ground, still extorting new and strange sounds from them, with the assistance of various helpful audience members."
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