Myself and the photographer-for-the-day, Dave “Bizarro” Cordeiro – all photos copyright him, by the way – arrived on-site early enough to get the lay of the land before all music broke loose. We stumbled across a drummer bathing in one of the sinks, and were regaled with the typical tales of the touring musician: a pinch of sleep, warnings about body odor, and the scramble to cover hundreds of miles to the next gig.I wanted to start this with a little perspective. I think every bit of pure fun should have a pound of that, lurking somewhere.But despite the untold, rather grimy side of theRead More →