Photographer, but I wrote a thing on The Lawrence Arms that one time. I don’t use flash at shows. If the photo pit smells like weed, it’s not my camera bag…
Beer, pizza, and the best of the Great Lakes.
Krista and Zack head to Cleveland, where Krista learns she's a total dummy for ever doubting The Flatliners.
I've never seen Red City Radio fail to bring a crowd to a frenzied, tear-filled sing-along.