Maybe it was the wildfire smoke hanging on the city like a dirty Jesse Roper poncho. Maybe it was my fifth $8 double Caesar. Either way, it was a strange and surreal night. The meetup had been planned for days,...
Ah, the Battle of the Bands. Everyone putting on their best show, a panel of judges feverishly writing notes, all the anticipation when the winner is to be revealed . . . Not so much a thing in 2018 ....