It's like being at a Phobia show, but without the hearing damage!

Thank you for everything, Mr. Adkins.

One of my clearest memories of that night is seeing Kevin Seconds with mop in hand repeatedly cleaning up after the crowd. He could have been acting like a big rock star at this show, but instead he was a punk rock janitor when he wasn’t on stage.

Is it just me or does this guy look like Willem Dafoe?

A mohawk AND a mustache AT THE SAME TIME!

Don takes great pictures of great bands. What more impetus doest thou need?

Looking at the pile, which his feet had parted like Moses parting the Red Sea, I asked "What are you doing with these, Stephen?"

Still, it is good news that many working-class GOP voters believe that they are taking a stand against eastern elitists by supporting Republicans. Imagine how much worse it would be if they voted Republican out of a desire to obey rich people.

More shots from Don's photo archive.

Like an art gallery, but interesting.

Everyone has a dream. Don't they?

London is the only city I've lived in where sunglasses were mandatory, not for keeping the sun outta your eyes, but to keep the airborne filth from scratching your cornea. It's the first place I've been where the locals smoke cigarettes to inhale something cleaner than what the air has to offer.

Syd, who seemed quite pleased by this act of thievery, immediately responded by breaking the vinyl across the cement chess table and tossing the remains into the rubbish bin.

He had no idea how long he had been sitting on his favorite stool in his favorite bar, favorite only because he lived upstairs from it.

Here's a bunch of our contributors' and some of our favorite musicians' "top ten of 2004 lists." Hence, "primo shit."

Mitchell and I weren't homos. We just accidentally looked like them, I guess, in the small town Bible Belt South.

Ruckus longer than the polls are open!Multiple Rhythm Chicken shows!

We'd been in this town two minutes and already the crazies had us.

I can't wait to see that old anti-smoking poster remade of the old lady with a butt in her mouth that read, "Smoking is glamorous". Instead it will be a Pall Mall reds ad that says, "Hey, you already look like this, you might as well have a Pall Mall."

For the past couple of weeks, I've been drinking martinis in order to appear more menacing. Turns out, that doesn't work when you play with the same group of friends in your living room every Sunday.

According to the paper placemats available at many fine Chinese restaurants, 2003 was the Year of the Sheep. No arguments here.

I still have a lot to learn, but I know I can be responsible, I can accept the consequences of what I choose to do, and I have found some peace in my life.

They played one fifteen-minute song that was more like a series of loops with Chachi and Little Jimmy carrying the rhythms and Todd and Sean committing the musical equivalent of tagging the walls with their piss. It was awesome.