If you know me, you know that I love sweaty outdoor fairs, where mini donuts and cold beer flow like water. I went to Rock the Garden with Sarah, but that is not what this post is about — no, this post is about me conning Paul into going to Grand Old Day with me to see Doomtree.
“About” implies not pictures but words, and yet I shall hold back on the words, since mostly it was just a sweaty mash of hip hop kids with the occasional old guy photographing the band. Oh, that was me! I was the old guy!
All I can say is that is was a great show. Plenty of great beats and rhymes and stuff. If you want to rifle through all of the pictures, they’re here: