Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
For those who take their quest to find the perfect watering hole dead seriously, “just a bar” is an understatement tantamount with “just the Great American Novel,” “just the zombie apocalypse” or “just true, eternal, burning, passionate love.You know, a bit of that sort of thing.Whatevs.”
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Day two of the festival began for me in the form of a jacked fellow in a camo headband and possibly under the influence of PCP screaming "TOOL!" every five seconds on the train. "We're gonna see Tool! TOOL! Yeah baby! Woo!" "Indoor voices," I implored him. "I know it's exciting. We're all very excited." "TOOL!" he replied.