Memorial Day evening. Allen Street. This is Rosi and Phil singing a sweet song at Rockwood 2. Lovely, civilized. Ahn. But that barely perceptible drunken giggling off-camera hints at more sinister forces at work...
...and then, without warning, we find ourselves in the Van Halen stage of the evening, which is widely regarded as the larval stage between dignified acoustic comportment and karaoke chaos...
...and then, I don't know, you guys. Journey. Purple pants. Unbridled shredding. Difficult-to-maintain camera angles. Magic. You know? You know.
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