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…
I screamed "I'm not fucking dead!" It was the first outright lie I told all weekend.
Oh no, anything but delicious Flaco's!
Tony Shrum and I also spent some time threatening each other with a make out session in Wyndham pool later.
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.