In which bands are discussed more than books. Joe explains why.
Hopefully someone in attendance will contribute some notes via comments. I was across the river at the time, failing to enjoy a show by dint of fashionary self-exclusionism (i.e., fuck it, I am the only person in this crowded venue who is wearing clothing that has perceptible color in it, and I missed my friend’s band anyway).
I’m all in for the Apolocalyptic Mini Golfers League when that gets going. I can mix a decent Pimm’s-based cocktail so it’ll be proper.