The new agency band, AKA Jessee's Girls, opened the music portion of the festival on Tuesday. I'd compare our sound to that of the VOLVO - the wheels always seem to be leaving the vehicle amid the rattles and hums.
The set: Bowie, Thin Lizzy, REM, Room Clear.
Gig groupies.
Jane rad run of the roof.
St. Patty's Day in the middle of all of it. The Leprechauns dyed Jane's milk green, she was terrified.
Managed to see some pretty great music over the four days. This was TBird and the Breaks, Gibson Showroom.
Black Joe Lewis, about to take stage with the Honeybears.
Honeybears guitar.
Menomena, Deja Vu.
Highlight for dad, Kurt Vile.
Milwaukee's Finest, Jaill, Sub Pop showcase.
Obits, killer set.
Jane clearly not feeling it.
She did dig this guy.
Mama got into the micheladas. Jane pounding lemonade.
Wanda Jackson, telling Elvis stories.
Cave Singers.
Look who we ran into.
Black Angels.
Trying to keep up with the cool kids, fail.
Luckily, little competition at work:
And from tonight, dinner with Stanley the Great Lumax, who snapped this leaving the Whip In.
Here's a video I took of Black Joe Lewis, worth a gander:
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Sweet.
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