| | All the cool drummers smoke during sound check. | |
| | | "Uh oh. I hope my wallet isn't making a large and inappropriate bulge." | |
| | | Baadap. Baadap. Baadap. Bap badada da da da. | |
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| | Harlan braces himself against the gale force rock. | |
| | | New Jersey and Texas: Humid together. | |
| | | The future's so bright... | |
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| | It's like Semaphore, but cool. | |
| | | | The guitars declare jihad on the trumpet. | |
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| | "Can you believe they DROVE from Jersey?" | |
| | | In a second, them guitars' gonna twirl. | |
| | | "Yeah... a camera.. that's.. great, M-D." | |
|
| | Trumphant Mr. Married goes to get him some. | |
| | | Wait for it...wait for it...aaaaaaand...ROCK! | |
| | | How do they rock so hard? | |
|
| | Proud parents. Also, deaf. | |
| | | | "Oh yeah? Document *this*, Jersey boy." | |
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| | "Um...Bry? That's the mic, not a beer..." | |
| | | | Come see the softer side of rock. | |
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| | "I'd like to gaze upon you if that blasted sun would get outta my face." | |
| | | The Brothers Hatch make with the funny. | |
| |
| | "Awhonahaynawhonahay. Thankyouverymuch." | |
| | | | "AhAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaa AAAAHHHH!" | |
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| | Amanda, Erica, Leia, Tina: A fighting force of extraordinary magnitude. | |
| | | "I've fallen! And I can't rock out!" | |
| |
| | That Tina. Always looking up skirts. | |
| | | Li'l bit o' Jersey in the mix. | |
| |
| | They set out a beer for the prophet Elijah. | |
| | | Now, where did I put that G minor... | |
| | | "I don't worship the devil. Just his moustache." | |
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| | | | Bry gives rock the finger. | |
|
| | The Real World: Caves Lounge | |
| | | Whipcrack with his whippy tale! And the beast was done. | |
| | | Ninjas and Pixies and Jews, oh my! | |
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| | Hoai, Leia, Tina, and Bentley. | |
| | | Alex & Harlan, at the Lucci House | |
| | | A Dark and Spooky Darren. | |
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