Last Saturday was a haunt and treat as I got to see Zola Jesus. I lucked out with the whole deal as a friend was in town for a wedding and there was a chance I wouldn’t be able to see the show. But the wedding was in the evening, it was Halloween weekend, and it all fell together. The tightly packed Mohawk provided an unexpected intimate show. It also shielded me from the wacky action outside.
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