I think that I got my yearly quota of blue collar, anthemic punk music Saturday night at the Cabooze; maybe enough for a couple years, actually. For a cynic like myself whose first instinct is to cry bullshit when bands pull out their “heart on their sleeves” routine, it was a telling experience that enabled me to realize not only how connected people are with these bands, but also that this type of music is simply not for me. The crowd, at least up front, was packed with kids with facial pierci
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