Sea of Cortez played a packed little show at the Silver Lake Lounge on a sort of cold and almost frosty night last week.
They have enthusiastic fans prone to cheerful yelling (amusing), friendliness to newcomers (endearing) and, in the case of one youngish lady, smacking girls with cameras almost into the drum kit while stomping towards the bathroom (tiresome. The fact that I didn’t smack her back, dear reader, should indicate my tireless dedication to photographing poorly lit drummers.)
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