The Rogues.

the theater in the wood is made out of plastic.
that's real.
like heavy vinyl tarp-type sh!t.
and for really real,
it's out in the woods, too.
it's aptly named like you read about, y'all.
and it has some weirdie shapes an' sh!t to make sure
your experience is totally visually expert,
before the first sounds are sonic-boomed within it's
pool-lining-style insides...
teleport to the goodness:

weird secret up-here dopeness?
yuuuup.
it looks like this when you walk behind the joint, too:

yuuuuuup.
anyways,
it's pretty dope here.
and not just on the outside, either...
*
neighbors,
we went and saw america's celtic band,
60% of which was from canada.
(maybe they meant north america?)
The Rogues.
were they dope?
c'mon.
they had each and every necessary ingredient-
ballbagpipes!!!
so much of drums,
an electric fiddle,
and twenty hundred kinds of fast, loud, fresh, hardness,
with steppy dancer lady time,
even an accordion, my ninjas!!
...and a mos def lookalike on bass guitar.
(black irish, i presume?)
i'm just sayin',
these mutha-'uckers tore through two FULL sets
of piping and stomping and lightning-striking fiddle fury,
with warcries and all kinds of other other rad sh!t.
thursday night in the woodsly goodness got it IN, duders.
that's real.
warrior poetry?
yeah!
kilts and thunder and barbarian harmonies.
we got ALL that sh!t, and more,
all in one place,
all at one time.
...yep.
sometimes,
something good happens.
i shudder to think of what today's comeuppance has to be.
it all costs somethin', yo.
good for bad,
tit for tat,
bitter for sweet.
it's the way it works,
and it's all really happening.
like it or not,
ready or not,
here it come;
never quiet, never soft.....