This guy I know had a punk show for his birthday. It was sweet. It made me nostalgic for the good ol' days of The Cube.
The show was in a basement of a building downtown.
There was old broken player pianos in the back.
My friend Justin counted ten plus pianos here; most of which are in better condition than the one pictured. We know the owner of the building, so we are going to try to get our hands on one of them.
I should mention that there is a half-pipe and a motorcycle. However I don't think anybody has tried to use both at the same time...yet.
There was a critical mass beforehand, but I was busy and couldn't make it.
Sad hipster-punk with sleeping dog who I assume recently had a relationship end. He was moshing by himself and burning pictures of some chick.
No punk show is complete without blowing a fuse.
After stumbling in the dark for over 15 minutes we got the electric working. In the fuse box, the fuse we needed was labeled "Do Not Touch."
The post-darkness music wasn't actually punk music, so there was a nice variety. This guy just played the guitar and sang. He had a sound similar to The National.
And the final act was this chick whose style was sort of a rap/jazz hybrid. It was actually a sweet combination. After her a dubstep band was going to play, but it was late and most people left. The End.
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