Legendary St. Louis band Drunks With Guns played their fifth show ever, and first in thirty-three years. I had to go; I had seen all four previous shows. How could I miss the fifth? The future is really weird.
In the middle of the country, in a corn field on a gravel road stood a cinderblock building where punk rock mayhem and fun happened, guns were fired, fireworks were exploded, and blazing bonfires were lit in the middle of the parking lot. If you were there, you saw just about every touring punk rock band in the ‘80s. I was lucky enough to play there about thirty times.