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ACL: The (Non-Arcade) Fire

Written by Ace Cowboy on 09.15.2007 | ACL

As we mentioned in the Day One recap, a beautiful day of music and sun was marred only by a midday propane tank explosion and subsequent fire that injured four people, two of them critically.

It’s a sad footnote to an otherwise fantastic day, and we wish only the best to those injured. Our festival photographer Dan managed to rush over to the fire and snap a couple shots of what transpired:

Read on after the jump for two more pictures of the Great ACL Fire of 2007…

As you can see, it was a fairly deserted area at the time. We can only be thankful more people weren’t hurt when that row of Port-o-potties caught fire…

Remember to check back tomorrow for a full Day Two recap from ACL…

Ace Cowboy

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5 Responses to “ACL: The (Non-Arcade) Fire”

will says:
Saturday, September 15, 2007 at 10:57 pm

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thats amazing no one was killed.. thanks for sharing the pretty graphic photos.. really enjoy your site.
Justin says:
Sunday, September 16, 2007 at 11:17 am

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That really is nuts.
Eighth Patriarch says:
Monday, September 17, 2007 at 9:26 am

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I told you I needed pepto. I shouldn’t have eaten that bean enchilada.
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Too soon?
Ace Cowboy says:
Monday, September 17, 2007 at 4:23 pm

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Never too soon.
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