
Two of the most fun bands during one of the most fun days in the entire history of Echo Park, or music, or my life. You get the idea.
Thank God for cookies and hot dogs and Vicodin and iced coffee and whiskey and loose dresses with pockets*, without which I’d never’ve made it through.
Anyone who was there is a lucky, lucky kid.
(Shot for Prefix, of course, here and here.)
*My loose dress with pockets is the only thing I can stand to wear during hot shoots that involve running up stairs and/or climbing on things, both of which were required regularly during Fuck Yeah Fest. I can stuff memory cards and batteries and painkillers in my pockets, y’all.
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