Sled Island Day 3: Shit show.

Friday. Seriously TGIF.

The last two days I had to do my best to pace myself with little sleep and a lot of shit to cover. Friday was my day to rock out and really party.

A couple of weeks ago, my girlfriend, Jenny Lane, and I decided to get a hotel for the two days of Sled (Friday & Saturday). We both live far south and we didn’t want to worry about cabs and such. The Hyatt had a deal for Sled so it just seemed perfect as it’s across the street from the Legion.

After settling in we went to the Gallery, bought clothes (well I did, I do that often) and went to eat at the Coup. The night began with the Party Punch. A giant bowl full of vodka, melon liqueur and other such things. “Suitable for 3-4 adults” the menu said.

Fruit. Punch.

After a power nap we went to catch Girl Talk at the main stage of Olympic Plaza. While there was some hassle regarding cameras (basically mis-communication) beer made everything better.

Upon the recommendation of Adam from Minstrel Cycle I went to see My Gold Mask at the Legion. That girl has serious coordination, talent and skill. Worth checking out for sure.

My Gold Mask

Up next at the Legion was The Dudes. I know I’m biased as hell but there’s no denying it, The Dudes put on a guaranteed good show. It’s always worth going to.

Dan Vacon.

Scott Ross. So lucky to be sitting in a good spot to get photos of the drummer.

Bob Quaschnick.

Good ol' guitars

Bob & Dan. BFFs.

Brock Geiger. I was too far away to get a good photo.

Oh bass players.

Rockin'

Bobby!

Sweaty times.

Having heard the Posies the night before, my friends and I went to Broken City to see The Bronx.

Holy Fuck.

As a Mariachi band or a punk rock band, holy hell, these California lads are amazing. And awesomely enough they’re staying a floor above me at the Hyatt. I told ’em I’d wake them up for a hangover breakfast the next morning. Not surprisingly it didn’t happen. I did see them when I woke up.

Jamora Vik & Matt Caughthran of the Bronx.

Matt, myself, not positive who the guy is covering his face and Jorma. If you missed them at Sled, kick yourself in the ass. They're taking break until October to write and record. I was talking to Jorma on Saturday, they played over 100 shows in 79 days. Intense.

A stop off at a liquor store resulted in a case of Pilsner. I met up with some friends and continued to party at the hotel.

And the rest of the night’s story stays with the people who were there.

Thanks Baltimore.