This is a little dated. I went to the Echo on a Thursday night for
Old Man Markley's album release party.
Roses Pawn Shop was one of the bands that opened for them. It was a great night of bluegrass mixed in with punk rock. One can't complain -- though I do have a complaint. Why did the woman in front of me decide that it was her right to do a personal mosh pit with me as her partner? She had friends around her. Most pit with friends, not strangers.
Roses Pawn Shop
Old Man Markley


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