"OK hoss, let's hear something about some music this hour."2:22 p.m.:
Hlavaty, by phone: "I gotta run over to the Fader Fort to pick up some credentials, and I'm doing a video interview with Mariachi el Bronx at a taco truck after that."2:25:
"Checking in at the Levi's Fader Fort. Rocking four wristbands for one party. Rumor is that MGMT headlines tonight."2:37 p.m.:
"About to eat and drink the tacos with Mariachi El Bronx."2:48 p.m.:
"Listening to Rose Tattoo while the Bronx get suited up in their mariachi suits. This is happening." 3:08 p.m.: "All decked out with the Bronx. They didn't bring me a mariachi suit. Sad face."3:16 p.m.:
"The Bronx just taught me the phrase 'prison wallet.'"3:17 p.m.Rocks Off Sr.
: "Do tell..."3:27 p.m.:
Hlavaty sends his answer via picture (below). We still have no idea what it is.3:30 p.m.:
"Prison wallet is your butthole, btw."[At this point Rocks Off Sr. got up to smoke a cigarette and perhaps weep just a little.]
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"Salt Lick BBQ truck, I am going to steal you."
3:52 p.m.: "OK. We Were Promised Jetpacks. Not too bad."
3:59 p.m.: "The Fader Fort is a good free deal. Check it out."