From the latest Rinsed mailout—
This is not the weekend to get fat on Lobster rolls and pass out with your salmon colored shorts and boat shoes in the Hamptons.
This is the weekend that you spy on beautiful people doing unsavory things through surveillance cameras in a rave factory, the weekend where you hear Julio Bashmore play every tune you’ve ever loved, the weekend where you hook up with your intern because her man is at a wedding in Cape Cod for the weekend.
This is the one. The RINSED de la RINSED. We’ve been soldering wires, collaborating with incredible artists, and taking stimulants to get this fucker up to mental levels. The pitch is over. If you miss this one that’s ok, you’ll read about it in a hardcover book in a library in the future.