
The stage. You can't tell from this crap-berry photo, but it was all TVs and neon, and every once in a while a back lit apple laptop and two burning cigarette tips were visable. Oh and two canadians.

So let me start this off by saying I know the Bloody Beetroots personally. I have even kicked it with them in Italy. But even if i didn't know them i probably still would have gotten on my bike and rode all the way from bedstuy to webster hall in the east village. Yes, i crossed the williamsburg bridge on my bmx for the bloody beetroots.