My Morning Jacket, 2002. I walked out of the Roxy in Los Angeles and told my friend we had just bared witness to a true throwback to the days of the full-on rock show. All long-swinging-face-obscuring-hair, sweat, and denim. Make that double denim. Had I not known better, I would have sworn Cliff Burton was on stage right. Having nearly a year to digest become a member or log in.
