I bet you didn’t know that Ansel Adams had a much more talented, more ripped 3rd cousin named Abran Rubiner. Well he did, and about twenty-eight years and nine months ago his dad put it to his mom without baggin it up and an angel sprouted. It’s also our resident Chef BoyarPhilthy's day of many happy returns, Aaaand, it's also our editor, Adam Weiss', so clearly there was... [read more]

I bet you didn’t know that Ansel Adams had a much more talented, more ripped 3rd cousin named Abran Rubiner. Well he did, and about twenty-eight years and nine months ago his dad put it to his mom without baggin it up and an angel sprouted. It’s also our resident Chef BoyarPhilthy's day of many happy returns, Aaaand, it's also our editor, Adam Weiss', so clearly there was somethin' in the air twenty-eight years and nine-months ago. Although, Phil was built in a test-tube type situation so it's unclear as to his actual numerical age. At any rate it’s gone be a party.

Things to bring:

Good vibes

Schedules 1-6 (unless you are from the Coffee County Sherriff’s Dept., in which case you may suck my ass until your lips get chapped).

Good vibes

Bands Jamming:

12PM – Leftover Cuties – Huck Finn on the bass mah’fuckas

2PM – Scattered Suns

5PM – News of the Fire - Young, Impressionable, looking to stick their tongues out and shit.

830 PM – Johnny Ringo – I don’t fuck with Texas on principle, but we’ll let him fuck wit the Van.

When: Noon until the cops show up and my dog bites them.