By Jason Petros on September 4th, 2009
It’s dark and it’s steamy. If it weren’t for the industrial fans blowing like an airplane engine behind you, the throngs of people would be unbearable. Luckily, you’re looking down on everybody else, and as you hear the first pop of chord meeting guitar that all-familiar enviable rush of joy crashes down upon you. You’re at Subterranean.