Iceage//June 30

It was the last day of June and I found myself weaving through the crowds that engulfed Mississippi Street on the east side of Portland. It was a humid evening and I felt the moisture cling to my skin as I brushed shoulders with passersby.  I bottled up my agitation stemming from the humidity and crowds, itching to release it all inside Mississippi Studios. As the house lights dimmed and the clicks of drum sticks gave way to On My Fingers, the crowd popped the cork on all the anger and energy they had bottled up in their life and brought with them on that stifling night. This is what I saw: