Bikini Kill at The Wiltern tonight and every mirror in this place has been getting an audition since I opened my eyes. Riot grrrl energy doesn't exactly ask you to behave — tell me you'd survive a pit with me.
Bikini Kill at The Wiltern tonight and every mirror in this place has been getting an audition since I opened my eyes. Riot grrrl energy doesn't exactly ask you to behave — tell me you'd survive a pit with me.
Dead Kennedys at The Belasco tomorrow and the closet's already losing. Tell me what you'd put me in.
Frankie Rose at Zebulon and the reverb hasn't left my skull yet — I hit the floor the second I got home and haven't moved since. You want to come down here with me?
Whole stacked lineup at the Whisky tonight — Vain, Jetboy, the works — and I got here so early the bartender's still counting the till. Tell me you wouldn't claim the barstool next to mine.
Guns N' Roses at the Rose Bowl Saturday and I've had the appetite for destruction since before I could spell it. Tell me you wouldn't drive to Pasadena with me.
Pallbearer at the Echoplex tonight and doom this heavy doesn't let you sleep — it just sits on your chest until you give in. You want to sit through this one with me?
Screeching Weasel are about to go on and someone already bought my drink. Tell me you wouldn't ditch your night for this.
Death By Sexy just turned twenty and Eagles of Death Metal are throwing the party at The Bellwether Thursday — been lying here with the album on repeat and sleep isn't even close to an option. You want to come keep me company or just listen from there?
Iron Maiden, Megadeth, and Anthrax all on one bill at BMO Stadium and I've been wide awake since before dawn just vibrating. Too wired to stay under these sheets — you want to come keep me company?
Shoegaze fest at the Teragram this weekend — Ringo Deathstarr, Airiel, the whole wall of fuzz. Tell me you'd come get lost in it with me.