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...
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