Upon entering the parking lot of the Firebird Friday night, there was an unexpectedly large amount of people, and a long line that reached clear out the door and into the lot.
Frontier Ruckus writes brokenhearted songs for the lonely. Most think this doesn't go well with a Friday night, but with some help from their friends they proved that sometimes it feels damn good to feel damn bad.
By 7:30, Plush was busier than I'd seen it in a long while. Most in the crowd had already pushed forward and claimed their spots right in front of the stage or grabbed one of the few seats in the balcony.
The CMJ Music Marathon emerged in New York City over thirty years ago to showcase little-known college rock bands seeking a wider audience from music fans and industry professionals.
The line at the door of the Firebird snaked through the parking lot. This was the first sign. Then -- the smiles, the excitement, no one worrying about not getting in -- a sense of fate in the air.