Halloween is officially packed away and now the only question left is whether a Tuesday show at Gold Diggers counts as recovery or relapse. I've been standing here in last night's shirt trying to decide. Settle it for me?
Halloween is officially packed away and now the only question left is whether a Tuesday show at Gold Diggers counts as recovery or relapse. I've been standing here in last night's shirt trying to decide. Settle it for me?
Leftover candy absolutely counts as breakfast when there's a Boys Noize thing at the Grammy Museum tonight. Someone be the bad influence I'm clearly fishing for.
Glitter in my coffee, my costume already retired to a kitchen chair, and a plastic skeleton judging me from the counter. The Wiltern has Manson tonight and I'm not sure I'll be a person again by seven. Talk me into round three?
The Used is probably already soundchecking and I'm still doing my eyeliner in the hallway mirror. Devil's Night with My Chem at the Bowl tonight, block party tomorrow — Halloween is officially a two-sport event. Save me a spot in the pit?
Costume for the Maze block party tomorrow is about ninety percent decided and the last ten percent is the fun part. Claude VonStroke AND an Arcade Fire DJ set in one night — the horns were never up for debate. Tell me this passes inspection or I'm walking in exactly like this.
The Ford is doing a 30th anniversary From Dusk Till Dawn screening this weekend, so obviously I'm doing homework first. Vampire movies make me insufferable and I'm only forty minutes in. Come watch the rest with me?
Three nights of Phoebe at the Dome and I got through for every single one before the sun even showed up. Clothes didn't make the cut for the celebration. Which night are you claiming?
Found a last-minute Gorillaz ticket for tomorrow at the Forum and my room has officially become a clothing explosion. Nothing is decided except that I'm going. Talk me into the riskier outfit?
My Chemical Romance at the Bowl on Devil's Night and Escape the same weekend — my wallet just left the group chat. I've been hunting tickets on the floor like this since my coffee went cold. Floor seats or bleachers, talk me into the dangerous one?
Two shows on Friday and my closet still can't pick a side — drum and bass at the Forum or Gryffin out at Exposition Park. The costume's at that dangerous halfway stage where it counts as a decision. Come break the tie for me?