By Milo Paul | 12/10/17 5:58pm
Somewhere, somehow, and somewhen, I am going to play at your establishment in DC. Might not be March, might not be next March. Might not even be tomorrow. But at some point, your 500 bands per square mile of DC are going to kneel their inept little heads down to meet my guitarfucking hand. You will kiss that hand, and you will revere that hand like it were your own mother.
Just a Warning.
Signed, Trashcan Sam
P.S. I invented Trashpunk, baby. I’m from Thee Trashcan, after all.