Our Haiti Benefit Ruled!
Up the Holler. I can still hear the pitch-perfect, old-timey country inflection.
Blue Rose Ramblers in blue light. “This one’s called ‘Buy a Raffle Ticket.’ “ Jessica Billey’s on the right. She donated gorgeous art, too.
Zack Freeman. Years ago he was on “America’s Got Talent” and was robbed—robbed!—by a guy who played guitar with eggbeaters. If you haven’t seen this 505er yet, get it done.
Beatbox queen Saywut!? Where have you been all our lives?
Monica and Carlos of Ya Ya Boom, the worst band on planet Earth. We all had neck-aches the next day.
Jeffie of Vertigo Venus is, IMHO, the most stylish, well-dressed rockstar in town.
Somehow (beerhow) we failed to take pictures of World on Fyre. Here’s the cover of their new EP instead. Buy one. It’s great. Kind of like if a Sonic Youth truck smacked into a The Cure deer at night on a lonely road when you were driving on mushrooms. Man, you’re a jerk.
Nastia von BonBon of the Five-Star Motelles. We were supposed to play, but drummer Frau got snowed in. (She could have clawed her way out of Moriarty with her bare hands and iron will, but whatever.)
Brian of Dirty Novels. I’ve been admiring this band’s songwriting lately. Hoarse, bar-banging garage rock on top. Thoughtful precision underneath.
The Scrams! These guys will sweat on you. This is Juan Carlos on guitar, with Joe singing behind him. Strange to see them on a big stage like this. I’m used to Scrams in scooter shops and on house party-like stage/floors. Didn’t lose anything in the translation, though.
Made in Bangladesh closed out the night. The singer ran up the wall at one point. That’s nice work.
Ecco Gelato showed up and gave out free gelato all night, to the delight of Melissa the bartender (pictured) and everyone else (not pictured).
The raffle ticket and silent auction table. That’s Minie Gonzales’ face staring at you over and over from the tabletop.