Child Bite will soon just be one big beard.
The Octopus look and sound fucking cooler than you, me or anyone we know.
Why is the top of the stairs at the Magic Stick everyone’s favorite place to stand and talk? 200 bodies huddled together, smoking, imbibing and yelling over the music like a herd of hipster Emperor penguins during a snowstorm.
Scarves and military caps are to today’s music scene what jean jackets and white belts were to the garage rock crew.
Sgt. Pepperoni should be demoted to the rank of Private. Not having pizzas ready at the end of the night forces people into awful, late night decisions. Like the decision to inhale three Chicken Ring Sandwiches, a ten piece Mozzarella Cheese Stick and a 32 oz. Orange Lavaburst at 2:45 a.m. Slid. Home. Pants. Foamed.
The new promotions honcho for Metro Times is mega cute; WAY better looking (and nicer) than the last jackass they had in there.
Loftus takes over with coverage from here through Saturday. He has now apparently swapped out his Steve-O mask for a Bill Holdship disguise, complete with Boy Howdy t-shirt and pull-out Ted Nugent poster from 1979.
Pics: Trever Long