The security circle - ensuring everyone is safe. Except if you're outside of the circle, of course.
Brendan strikes a pose.
The military's new funk division camouflage could use some work.
Wait a second, Green Lantern?! You tricky devil you.
Batman's playing just hasn't been the same since Robin stopped tuning his guitars for him.
There's no shame in playing your instrument, barefoot, in your pajamas, against a fence, alone, while screaming "Don't look at me!"
This is how the red shirts roll.
Ryan: If it rains, these are the expletives that I'm prepared to use. I just want to show them to you so that you won't be surprised.
"Hey guys, I'm making a poster and I've already made a 'G'. I have to make the rest of this make sense now. So how about 'Go Gauchos!'. No, that's bad. Maybe 'Gangrene Treatment here!' Too depressing. 'Gonzo for President'? Yeah, that's it."
The KCSB contingent tries to contain their excitement.
Christen unwraps pens as quickly as she can, hoping that her efforts help aid the throngs of fans desperate to write poetry during the long concert.
The stage pre-show.
Bringing the noise. The funk costs extra.
Plywood superhighway. Speed limit - 3mph.
