Saturday night, we went to see these guys in Ventura.
Crazy fun punk rock mayhem.
Lots of songs from the early 90s. Even, gasp, some old skool ’80-’85 bits. The kids in the pit weren’t even born for some of those songs. But they knew every fucking lyric to every fucking song.
The boys on stage have a little less hair and a little more grey, these days. Never too old to be a punk.
On the subject of badass, this finish has to be the coolest EVAH. (And Italian commentators so bring the passion.)
When was the last time someone won San Remo off a solo move? I mean, I know Coppi did. But that was sorta different. This one certainly ranks up there with the 1992 edition where Kelly went all crazy like on the Poggio and bridged to Argentin. Che bello finale!