Seductively putting your phone in your back pocket? Check.
Between bands is the perfect time to txt your professor about missing that paper due to "noisy neighbors."
Jordon, carrying a tray of invisible lasagna.
Huddled for warmth.
Cold War Kids start it up.
The bassist still, deep down, believed in Reaganomics.
Their hit single: free market capitalist.
All the Kids, in blue light (because it's cold?).
"G.I. Joooooooeeeeeeee!" No more 80s references? ok ok. "G.I. Joooooooeeeeeeee!"
No more 80s references? ok ok.
Giving someone your phone number using hand signals, while riding on the shoulders of your boyfriend? Priceless.
The band groups together, trying to execute a power move to save their keyboardist so they don't lose the set and have to repeat that NIN song on expert.
The lead singer cries about that last video game reference. He's very sensitive.
"Someone put grape jelly on my strings. Grape mutha @*#&!@& jelly!"
The keyboardist had been waiting for the bassist to meltdown for 4 months. He wanted to savor this moment.
