RED FANG

First things first: This could be one of my favorite crowd photos ever. Starting from the right, Aaron is got some sort of parting the Red Sea arm wave thing going, then you got leather jacket, hoodie and scarf in the middle of a pit at a rock show guy, followed by guy who is either seven plus feet tall or is in the beginning stages of a post show stage dive. Cut all the way left and it appears that Bryan is attacking John with his guitar like some sort of rock and roll mace. So good. Go ahead, click on the photo, soak it in, I can wait. Seattle was a whirlwind for me. The two times I left the merch table all night was to have a meth head scream at me while trying to squeeze in a game of pinball before the show and running next door to have a drink with some old friends after they couldn’t get in. The rest was all head bangin’ and shirt slangin’—the place was packed! I did get to kick it some with our buddy James who had jumped in with us to take some photos of the boys in action. Jam

Holy Oly! This show was off the chain or hook or whatever the hell the kids call it. It had been three years since the last time we came through town so we didn’t know what to expect, but it sure as shit wasn’t a couple hundred people who came to pump some fist. The first sign that there would be a crowd probably should have been that Olympia’s one and only C Average were going to make a rare appearance. I know the question and the answer is yes, they still kill. So damn good. It’s almost criminal really. David’s head almosted ‘sploded. The fact that Sara’s new band Hungry Ghost was on the bill should’ve also clued us in. But hey, if we had brains and good looks it would be fair to everyone else so… After getting treated like kings by the folks at the Eastside Club Tavern all night we got up at the crack of 1:00 and headed out for some breakfast where we ran into Joe Preston who was also in the mood for some breakfast. Unfortunately things got ugly when all of our shirts got into an

Stocking up before we head to Olympia to rock with C Average and Hungry Ghost. It's gonna be a rager. -- Post from Coyle's pocket.