Strange that a visual bootlegger who kicks women for grabbing his camera at a hardcore show is also an absolute narcissistic loser who thinks his value is equal to the bands that he can monetize?
In a world of Smart Phones and GPS timing, I mourn the loss of that singular, quiet moment — as they stand in a small circle with heads gently bowed — now forever lost in Heist films, when the leader declares…
“Let’s synchronize our watches.”