The day started with enormous Empire rigs banging fifty foot nails into my head and ringing the frost like it was a kick drum, but we shot all the bands and tried to shoot some of the people, but these are my time lapses plus the first broken guitar from frost. I always sing this particular Niel Young song to myself before an opening. Only now do I realize how tragic this song is… but also hopeful. So I suppose that is Frost Bite in a sound bite.
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