All you little kids who like to rock and roll. You sure got the style, but you aint got no soul.

The Remnants of Warped Tour
Every year I feel more and more disconnected from the crowds at those shows. I only go for a (very) select few people/bands, and the crowd is getting younger and younger, while the music gets worse and worse. Granted, I do enjoy a decent amount of the "warped tour" bands, but they're not generally people I want to shell over a lot of cash for. This year, once again, I knew some people on the tour so I didn't have to worry about paying too much money for people I didn't care about.


Age gap aside, I still had a fantastic time. I showed up super early with the Venue I work with, The Bronx Underground, and then I spent almost all of my time in the not for profit area (make sure to check out the Boarding for Breast Cancer booth - ask for Jasmine, donate a dollar, and tell her Cc sent you). I got a gigantic welt on my leg thanks to a Razor Scooter to the shin while setting the booths up early in the a.m. (the aftermath in the photo above is from well over a week later). I got attacked with water guns. I got to harass friends in bands I hadn't seen in ages (My dear sweet Matt Wachter, formerly of 30 Seconds To Mars and currently in Angels and Airwaves only had to say this: "Where are your glasses? Don't you always wear glasses?" - I upgraded to contact lenses for Warped Tour, thanks a ton), I was in turn attacked by Oli Sykes (Bring Me The Horizon) at the end of the night, at the nightly barbeque (which was HI-larious) and best of all, I got to do it all for free. Can't beat that price.


Alex of Mayday Parade. He's the guy who drank the nasty drink-concoction at the Jamie All Over shoot.


Charlotte Sometimes. Something about killing a man.