“Louisville, KY and Portsmouth, NH are notable shows where I got fucked from eating fried taters.”
A photo essay chronicling the psych rock band’s latest tour.
Turner Ross, one half of the Ross Bros, shares his diary detailing his documentary collaboration with David Byrne about color guard.
Bonus: check out some photos of teen Hutch.
After five weeks on tour, our hero wonders two things: how to re-enter civilian life and how to get the smell of koala bear out of his jean jacket.
On the soul-crushing grind and occasional rewards (mostly the former) of touring in “the dead weight of this screaming United Kingdom.”
Landlady’s frontman stumbled upon a SXSW tour diary left by an anonymous musician enduring the hardships of the event. He was kind enough to share.
