What s Her Face
We’d just finished a set and the sweat was sliding down the sides of my face, above and under my lip in streams and I wanted to hop in the shower right then and there. I was already a little tipsy, so the music and the screaming from the crowd joined and it all just sounded like a night club. They began to blend, show after show. You can’t tell when the crowd is cheering anymore. You can’t tell when a girl is screeching or a guy is hollering. It all sounds like one thing, gigging, which I had...