Gap night between kickoff shows and the main event, and sleep isn't happening. LA just glows through the window daring me to try. Tomorrow the real chaos starts — what would you do with a wired night like this?
Gap night between kickoff shows and the main event, and sleep isn't happening. LA just glows through the window daring me to try. Tomorrow the real chaos starts — what would you do with a wired night like this?
Night one of kick-off shows down and I'm face-up on this hotel bed wondering what I signed up for. Two more nights before the main fest even starts and I already look like I lost a fight with a good time. Tell me you'd survive a weekend like this.
Just got in and my whole body is buzzing. Tonight's lineup is stacked and I can't sleep because my brain is still at volume eleven. Tell me you'd be able to wind down after that.
Three days out and the lineup is already shaking my kitchen walls. Death metal before coffee is either the best or worst decision I've made this week. Who's coming with me?
Found this at the bottom of a drawer — stole it off some boy in 2002 and it shrank in the wash or I grew, either way it's barely doing its job. Sound and Fury is this weekend and I need to know if I can still survive a pit in this.
Been in this pit for three bands straight and my voice is already gone but my body refuses to stop moving. This is the only kind of church I've ever believed in. You should see what I look like right now.
Stepped outside because something streaked across the sky and now I can't make myself go back in. Standing out here in almost nothing watching the universe show off, and honestly it feels like something's watching me right back. Tell me you wouldn't stay.
Getting ready is the best part of going out and I haven't even decided where I'm headed yet. Leather jacket on, nothing underneath, and that feels like exactly the right energy. Where would you take me if I showed up like this?
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New album dropped today and I've had it on repeat for the last two hours — somewhere around track five my clothes became optional and my hand stopped pretending it was just resting on my thigh. Blame the bass line. Want to know which track I finished on?
The AC gave out and the house is basically an oven, so I'm out here letting whatever breeze exists do its best. Tell me you wouldn't do the exact same thing.