Red City Radio front man from Oklahoma City gone acoustic.
Ask him to see a dead body!
And the saxophone sliiiiiides in
Some gigs of dreams
Who needs whole albums anyway?
Hey Garrett Dale, 2017 was kinda horseshit too. Just sayin'.
I screamed "I'm not fucking dead!" It was the first outright lie I told all weekend.
I saw no bands. I have no idea what I did. Just three hours gone forever.
Krista and Zack head to Cleveland, where Krista learns she's a total dummy for ever doubting The Flatliners.
Every time a punk strums an acoustic guitar, an angel gets its Red Wings boots