Am currently putzing around online with the plan of going to a show tonight by the Trans-Siberian March Band.
They can be found here. There're mp3s on the site, too.
Bitches had better have a CD available at the merch desk, dammit.
So at the show I went to last night, I'm pretty sure that 1 of the 2 people I spotted who were older than me was the father of someone in the band…
For those following along at home: someone was repeatedly shrieking at the top of his lungs, not 30' from my building, last I went out to smoke.…
I do. However, I think the answer to making this happen is roughly my approach to encouraging it: simply not voicing the racist bullshit that you…