|Photo by The Old Man at the Show|
It started before the opening act, Jamestown Revival, even finished. A scary large Ogre with braids yelled, screamed, and swore at two terrified woman in the balcony for absolute no logical reason. This of course made the mood uneasy and filled the space with a weird tension for the remainder of the night. A couple near the front of the stage couldn't take their hands off each other to the extent they got kicked out of the venue. A circle of 'Bros' near the front of the stage moshed to every fast paced song shoving and elbowing everyone near them.
|Consumed by two drunk girls|
|Ryan Bingham and his band|
|Jamming with Jamestown Revival, Terry Lewis, and his dog Boo|
As I was leaving the venue after the long evening with obliterated idiots, I saw a sea of Pabst Blue Ribbon Cans and empty cups. I asked one of the security guys if he thought the show was out of hand. He said "tonight was a fun crowd. Now, the Jam Bands are trouble because they are drunk and on drugs."