Sun, Nov 8
Bag Raiders — Quartyard, San Diego
One of your songs got turned into a joke. Years of a clip of a guy's face shooting across a screen, and somewhere in all that you stopped being able to tell whether you ever actually loved it or only remember loving it.
You find out in a lot full of shipping containers while Jack Glass and Chris Stracey play the thing live at three in the afternoon, sun still fully up, nobody filming because there is no drop worth filming. It turns out you loved it.
Sunday day shows are their own category. Done by eight, dinner after, work tomorrow and somehow you do not care. The containers hold sound in better than a proper room has any right to.
Market Street downtown, twenty dollars, twenty-one and up. The crowd will be almost entirely people who have never admitted this out loud.
One of your songs got turned into a joke. Years of a clip of a guy's face shooting across a screen, and somewhere in all that you stopped being able to tell whether you ever actually loved it or only remember loving it.
You find out in a lot full of shipping containers while Jack Glass and Chris Stracey play the thing live at three in the afternoon, sun still fully up, nobody filming because there is no drop worth filming. It turns out you loved it.
Sunday day shows are their own category. Done by eight, dinner after, work tomorrow and somehow you do not care. The containers hold sound in better than a proper room has any right to.
Market Street downtown, twenty dollars, twenty-one and up. The crowd will be almost entirely people who have never admitted this out loud.
You find out in a lot full of shipping containers while Jack Glass and Chris Stracey play the thing live at three in the afternoon, sun still fully up, nobody filming because there is no drop worth filming. It turns out you loved it.
Sunday day shows are their own category. Done by eight, dinner after, work tomorrow and somehow you do not care. The containers hold sound in better than a proper room has any right to.
Market Street downtown, twenty dollars, twenty-one and up. The crowd will be almost entirely people who have never admitted this out loud.
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Bag Raiders — Quartyard, San Diego
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Sunday, November 8, 2026
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One of your songs got turned into a joke. Years of a clip of a guy's face shooting across a screen, and somewhere in all that you stopped being able to tell whether you ever actually loved it or only remember loving it.
You find out in a lot full of shipping containers while Jack Glass and Chris Stracey play the thing live at three in the afternoon, sun still fully up, nobody filming because there is no drop worth filming. It turns out you loved it.
Sunday day shows are their own category. Done by eight, dinner after, work tomorrow and somehow you do not care. The containers hold sound in better than a proper room has any right to.
Market Street downtown, twenty dollars, twenty-one and up. The crowd will be almost entirely people who have never admitted this out loud.
You find out in a lot full of shipping containers while Jack Glass and Chris Stracey play the thing live at three in the afternoon, sun still fully up, nobody filming because there is no drop worth filming. It turns out you loved it.
Sunday day shows are their own category. Done by eight, dinner after, work tomorrow and somehow you do not care. The containers hold sound in better than a proper room has any right to.
Market Street downtown, twenty dollars, twenty-one and up. The crowd will be almost entirely people who have never admitted this out loud.
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