Band-Maid at the Wiltern tonight and I'm shoveling noodles straight out of the box because there was zero time for anything else. This tee is the entire outfit, and I'm fine with that. Save me a spot by the rail?
Band-Maid at the Wiltern tonight and I'm shoveling noodles straight out of the box because there was zero time for anything else. This tee is the entire outfit, and I'm fine with that. Save me a spot by the rail?
Jack Johnson at the Bowl tonight, so I'm doing my warm-up at my own pool instead of getting dressed. Come hold the sunscreen.
The Neighbourhood, Mac DeMarco, or Seun Kuti tonight — three tickets and I still can't pick. Talk me into one of them, or into staying right here.
Bruno at SoFi and this gold slip won the argument before I even had my makeup done. One strap already gave up and I haven't made it out the door — come finish the job?
Slipped out of the Skinlab set before my ribs did and this tank has completely surrendered. Come hold my spot for the second half.
One boot on, flannel barely hanging on, and I'm supposed to be out the door for Hayley at the Bowl soon. Talk me into or out of the rest of it?
Neverender day and I'm still elbow-deep in my dresser trying to pick which band tee gets destroyed in that pit. Coheed, Thursday, Sunny Day Real Estate — my inner teenager is feral right now. Help me pick and I'll wear whatever you say.
Pier Play took over Santa Monica Pier and I came dressed for exactly that. Tell me you wouldn't spend the whole day somewhere close in that crowd.
Six bands crammed into one tiny room on the Strip and my ribs are still rattling from the double kick. Find me by the bar after the encore.
One episode turned into the whole reunion season and now I'm way too invested in people I've never met. Tell me whose side you're on.