I’m excited to let you know that Rock n’ Roll Repeat is opening the pre-order for a minimal run t-shirt featuring one of Pat Graham’s Rock For Choice photographs. Pat has such an incredible eye—he’s documented so much of punk and indie rock history—and this particular shot from a Washington D.C. show has always carried a lot of energy for me.
That night in D.C. remains vivid in my memory. The crowd was sweaty, loud, and completely unhinged in the best way—D.C. audiences always had this raw intensity, and it pushed us to play even harder. I remember feeling like the floor might actually give way under everyone jumping around, but that just made the whole set more electric. Having that moment captured by Pat and now brought back through this collaboration feels like a time capsule cracked open.
Two legendary troublemakers, side by side. The Ghost Bass (Jennifer Finch’s longtime ride) and Fat Mike’s bass are both living at the Punk Rock Museum — waiting for you to come in and play ‘em, and yes, they can be plugged in and played loud by anyone who dares!
No velvet ropes. Not behind glass. No “do not touch” signs. Just pure history in your hands.
📍 Punk Rock Museum, Las Vegas 🎸 Jam Room – open to everyone
This past Saturday at One Strange Night In Orange County was for the books. We had the absolute best time hitting the stage alongside a stacked lineup that captured the energy and diversity of punk across generations. Playing on home turf is always special, and the love from the Orange County crowd was loud, raw, and honest. It was a sweaty, beautiful blur of chaos, power, white paint, and I loved every second of it!
The next generation of punk bands especially blew me away— the Tijuana noise of Hong Kong Fuck You and Bay Area’s Ceremony both came in hot and left nothing on the table. Their sheer intensity and dominating stage presence reminded me of the fire that lit this whole thing for us back in the day. It’s exciting to see new bands keeping punk innovative, weird, and fearless. Also, what a joy to see FEAR again! Watching them rip through their set was like stepping back into a glorious, gnarly time warp—Lee Ving and the rest of the guys are legends for a reason.
Another highlight for me was seeing The Garden—I’ve been into what they do for a while, and they totally delivered live. It turns out this was our second time playing together, since they were at No Values last year. Their set had this off-kilter charm and urgency that just works, and they’re seriously nice guys too, which always makes things better. It felt like a big, loud family reunion with a bunch of unruly cousins and loud uncles. Jerk of All Trades did a wonderful job recapping the weekend!
