Whilst we were walking through Bristol we just walked around a corner and bumped into Pharoahe, relaxing before he and his band tore the stage down. Dude was real impressed with Ralph’s new earings so they had a pic done together.
Fuck them artists you see at gigs now who are tooo cool to still be a fan. That shit is just gay. We got nothing but love for Monch and showed it in the mosh pit even to the cost of Mud’s shirt which he never saw again and Mayor’s previously pristine Air Max 1′s. The gig was rowdy and classic. FACT.