When the Spits played the 2002 Blackout it was all flying bottles, bodies, beer and even some blood. This year was no different. Like a fine bum wine they just get better with age. Of course I don't mean better like "smoother," "mellower," or anything like that. Just all the insanity that ever was, times 10. The stage was on fire and the crowd was going bonkers. I just about fell to the ground the next morning stepping out of bed from being so damned sore. Wonder if I will be doin' this shit ten years from now? Well I guess as long as the Spits are, I will be too.
