Fallout brims with humans, milling around over uneven floors. I find those humans that are mine and am convinced to have a shot of coconut rum. It tastes as if you’ve licked someone who just came home from the beach … Continue reading Suicide Commando, Die Sektor, and Stoneburner at Fallout
I walk into Tommy’s Pub—country music spills out of the speakers, flowing over the smattering of regulars in stained overalls and camp caps. Dale Erndhert and his son watch over us with kind eyes as the bands begin to install themselves … Continue reading No More People, Solemn Shapes, Death of August, 30 Year Sick at Tommy’s Pub
I open my arms to new friends and old vices as I walk into the Fallout for the second time this week. The stage is packed with an impressive array of drums and I’m thankful for the earplugs I’ve bummed … Continue reading 3TEETH, Heretics in the Lab, and Machines of Living Death at the Fallout RVA
Richmond is warm, humid, sticky–walking feels like pressing your body through warm jelly. Cobbled roads with branching freeways and train tracks above my friends and I provide a path that leads to the Fallout. It is a dark oasis, cooling … Continue reading Mr.Kitty, The Rain Within, and Just Sex at The Fallout RVA
I try to place the smell that fills my lungs when I walk in. Previously, there had been vanilla and musk. Now for the life of me, I can’t think anything other than “it smells like vampires”. It’s a little … Continue reading Convergence 23: Sunday Night at the Church
