Once again, the best band in the world played Rochester’s Water Street Music Hall. And once again, we were treated to a great, great show. (I unfortunately only brought my cell phone camera, so the pictures linked above suck.) My ears are ringing, my throat is hoarse, my clothes are soaked with sweat, and my knees are killing me, but the adrenaline is pumping and I’m extremely happy.
I’d write a full review, but fuck it, I’m going to bed.