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Offspring is in the Air: Sabroso Taco & Music Fest
We arrived in Dana Point to swarms of sunburnt bros in Black Flag tees just in time for the Adolescents to take the stage. The festival’s audience was starting to accumulate and the free ‘sampler’ beer glasses riddled the grass to indicate festival-goers had already switched to larger cups. It was early and the taco lines started to get backed up, so we hustled to Holy Smoke and got BBQ before we jumped in the pit. It should be noted that after attending at least 20 of these large punk festivals in the past five years, I get as impressed by the food as I do by the performances, and am probably more critical. related content: The Adolescents & The Dickies: Peckerwoods Gone Wild In Orange County Holy Smokes did not disappoint, I’m going to keep an eye out for them next summer. The Adolescents didn’t disappoint either. They’ve had a major resurgence in the past year, bookended by some of their strongest touring in decades and the tragic passing of long time Bassist Steve Soto. Highlights of the Adolescents’ set were their performances of “Who is Who”, which will be turning 40 soon, “Queen of Denial”, and a rare performance

Saint Patrick’s Day With Flogging Molly at the Hollywood Palladium
I love Saint Patrick’s Day. There’s no other holiday like it. For a day, booze culture is king and the streets are filled with drunk, pinching masses, green oozing down the streets of Hollywood toward the Palladium which hosts the Saint Paddy’s party of the year every year with Flogging Molly. Of all the Celtic punk bands, Dropkick Murphy’s and the Pogues included, none know how to celebrate like Molly. It’s a party of epic proportion that would make James Joyce proud, the kind of stuff Finnegan’s Wake was made of. related content: It’s Not Dead Fest 2: New Hope For Punks w/Rancid, Dropkick Murphys, Off My tailgate began in the Palladium parking lot watching a line of bagpipers toot that sweet Scottish sound. It may not be Irish, but after a few stouts, shit was close enough. World War 2 veteran Sidney Walton was celebrating his 100th birthday on stage and was praised by the crowd. With the kind of wild cheers that only a few drinks could inspire. Heading to the Guinness tent to make sure I wouldn’t get thirsty, I saw Sidney being treated to a very special birthday brewski as we all sung happy birthday for the guy