They moved Sepultura's last show ever to a whole new venue and my ticket apparently survives the swap — I've been staring at my screen like it personally betrayed me. Two days until the end of an era, hype me up?
They moved Sepultura's last show ever to a whole new venue and my ticket apparently survives the swap — I've been staring at my screen like it personally betrayed me. Two days until the end of an era, hype me up?
Marty Friedman at Manifesto on the 11th just landed in my feed and my coffee went cold mid-celebration. The old Megadeth tee stayed on, most of the rest didn't make it that far. Come argue the setlist with me?
The Damned just announced their City of Goth Tour hits Hangar 110 on the 21st and my whole black little heart short-circuited mid-cookie-raid. November keeps dressing itself in eyeliner and I'm not complaining. You're wearing all black next to me in that crowd, right?
Halloween's glitter is still glued to my floor and my body is firmly voting for staying right here — then Ill Niño and (Hed) P.E. had to announce Audio on the 14th, Revolution Revolución and Broke front to back. Save me a spot in the pit?
Half my face ready for Halloween and the other half still arguing about it — there's a horror movie marathon downtown tonight and I can't decide if I'm finishing this or walking out exactly like this. Which half do you like better?
Halloween eve and the city is throwing free outdoor horror tonight — meanwhile I can't get through one costume fitting without losing every piece I put on. Come pick something off the floor for me?
First full dress rehearsal for Halloween and this vampire look might already be the winner — fangs and all. Tell me this is the one.
Opeth is bringing The Last Will and Testament to Espaço Unimed on the sixth and my whole night just turned into growls and clean vocals fighting over me. The laptop stopped being the interesting thing on this bed a while ago. Tell me you'd be standing in that crowd with me.
Sepultura's actual final show ever just landed on November 7th and I've been hovering over the checkout page since I woke up. Roots is already on repeat and the coffee is losing badly. Tell me you're standing in that crowd with me when it ends.
Did the math again and the crisis just dissolved — the fest wraps up right as Hangar 110 opens its doors. Both shows, one night, zero sleep planned. Which set are you meeting me at?