"The show at the Smell was a blast of pure wild energy with seemingly no limits. The kids there hung on every riff and beat, working themselves into a frenzy. I would say that the Smell exist in a parallel dimension were people lose connection with reality and give in to some shamanic collective unconscious. This was only helped by a lineup of artists more akin to some form of mind altering drugs than bands. Inland Empire made people jump and scream and chant, while Captain Ahab pulled every ounce of energy from the crowd, transferred it to Jim's sweat covered body and sprayed it over the unrelenting crowd. Dan Deacon finished the night with some fancy prancing, wild dancing, brilliant story telling, and frantic dance music. This was a amazing to say the least."
"body tied in knots these invisible weights pull me past the floor darkened streets numbers repeat connected by metallic thread we create our dreaded fate 12345678910... smallest lightest coin keep it close take a breath count to ten head between your knees watch them fall breathe out move on"
so she's into dimes
Photo by Nilina Mason-Campbell