My name is Gabriel.
I would like you to smile.
I would like you to think.
I would like you to question.
I would like you to wake up.





Falling apart is not part of the art
its part of the atmosphere
made from gunshots
gunning with gun metal
to the pedal
until we burned every metal
dried every petal
falling down
without the rain
to kiss you
good morning
good night
on cracked lips
on the surface
of your face
or the lips
of cracked
crusted pavement
it itches
to break the lines
grow the green
through the smoke
the haze we made
now we lower our gaze
to the pavement
away from the place
we accused
the eclipse of the moon
we abused
we made it bleed
bloody and raw
we felt like running
over everything
everyone we love
loved to know
to hurt
they’ll crack
blister too
heal with time
but it’s not so easy
to get back at it
to heal
if you can’t
care for the earth
the soil
the thing
that keeps you
how can you care
for all the people
that made you
feel alive
better stop
better start
with your hands
that’s the master plan


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Anthony Green was awesomely interactive with the crowd, and went as far as rubbing mud all over people’s faces. I was stained with blood throughout the night from Gwar. Henry Rollins hogged the mic during the panel, being the insufferable dickhead that he is, but it was essential to hear Nadya and Masha’s input on eradicating the misogynistic mindset and strengthening the punk rock/feminist movement. Every time Mastodon began to play a song, a chick turned to me and we both belted out how fucking amazing it was. I shared my “Plum Juice” with a strikingly appealing woman during The Offspring. Slayer, as expected, SLAYED.


I nearly got my ribs crushed during Wavves. Worth it. The drummer for RX Bandits could’ve have looked happier with where he was. The Buzzcocks put on a great show; but I’ll also mention that if you don’t want to be hit, have bodies bounce off you, or dance among the crowd, leave the fucking pit, and don’t rip other people apart who are enjoying themselves. A guy asked me to dance and I accepted; we twirled around and slow danced in the pit at it’s highest level of intensity during Saosin. I watched a hair-pulling confrontation as Fat Mike chugged bottles of beer on stage. I was enveloped in a cloud of marijuana smoke during Wu-Tang. Metric’s set had me in a state of transcendence and beaming the entire time. BEAUTIFUL performance. Milo of the Descendents still has a decent amount of that 80’s punk vibe inside of him. It is acceptable to use the word “Danzig” in the form of a noun or an adjective. With that being said, Samhaim was so…Danzig.


The Bouncing Souls had a bunch of fun with the cameras. Silverstein brought out the inner angst that we all forgot we had seven years ago. As I crowd surfed during Andrew WK, I watched my muddy boot smear across someone’s face. Whoops. I caught a few of my favorite songs by Motion City Soundtrack before rushing across the park. I ran into a friend who was working sound for Tegan and Sara, so I was able to watch them from backstage. I couldn’t stop shaking from excitement for two hours afterwards. Through her speech and music, Patti Smith took out my soul, hugged it, and gently placed it back inside of my body with a new world of enlightenment for it. I got super wasted and listened to Social Distortion from the curb. Weezer blew my head up. So good, so fucking good that my voice is now gone from singing along to their entire set.

That tears it, I now have to join you next year.


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