Graveyard at the Wonder Ballroom
I got all high stakes last week and gambled a couple important aprés work hours—which I usually spend doing crucial stuff like sweat-pantin' out on the couch watching back-to-back Nashville episodes (what, a girl can't like country!?)—and went to see Graveyard play at the Wonder Ballroom. There was waiting in lines and pushing through crowds and much getting breathed on, but I was rewarded with some transcendent rock stuff. No earplugs. No nothing. I just let it wash over me in its natural, blistering state.
Now, I was disappointed that they didn't play the below jam—but you can't always get what you want. But it's a good one let er rip!