Team Robespierre. Photo by Sam Horine.

Photo by Sam Horine.

Photo by Sam Horine.

Photo by Sam Horine.

Photo by Sam Horine.

Adrian Orange, seen here, wearing a drooping sweater vest with a striking resemblance to an old blanket that used to hang over the back of my couch, mentions “emotions” as many times as possible when introducing himself and his two or so songs. Also, we got him really high. Photo by Nate Dorr.

Photo by Nate Dorr.

DD/MM/YY play musical chairs, except without chairs and with the music happening between moves, not during. In other words: everyone in the band swaps instruments after every track. Photo by Nate Dorr.

And, in the background, a young Asian girl got freaky with a 78. Seriously. Good times. Photo by Nate Dorr.

Juiceboxxx, the blazingly white dance-rapper from Milwaukee didn’t tear up the stage – there isn’t a stage – he tore up everything: jumping on the amps, hanging out the windows, climbing on people on the couches, riding piggyback on perfect strangers. Photo by Nate Dorr.

He’d crowd surf, fall, and keep fucking sing-rapping. He even hit the ceiling fan. Photo by Sam Horine.

We’ve felt the Silent Barn floor shake, but we’ve never felt it bow quite as bad as after Juice told the crowd to jump. They almost jumped us all into the basement. Photo by Sam Horine.

Photo by Sam Horine.

Photo by Nate Dorr.

Oh, Team Robespierre. Nice homecoming after the old Canadian in-out four day tour. Photo by Sam Horine.

We’re glad you throw beer at each other too, our cameras were feeling picked on. Photo by Sam Horine.

Have fun playing with the Meat Puppets today. Photo by Sam Horine.

And We Are Wolves. Photo by Nate Dorr.

Photo by Nate Dorr.

You guys were wasted at 3am sprawled out on the couch with your gear still sitting in Silent Barn’s kitchen. How exactly did you guys get it to Pianos by NOON TODAY? Photo by Nate Dorr.

Photo by Nate Dorr.

Photo by Nate Dorr.

The general fervor of the downstairs Death Set performance eventually leads a long fluorescent light bulb to drop from the ceiling. Photo by Sam Horine.

Photo by Nate Dorr.

Photo by Sam Horine.

Photo by Nate Dorr.

Photo by Nate Dorr.

One audience member oozes blood from a head wound for much of the set and laughs it off the rest of the night like it’s a popped zit. Photo by Nate Dorr.

Deacon lead the packed crowd like a kindergarten teacher, getting them to ballast the pounding amps, turn off the lights, open then close the windows, and finalPhoto by Sam Horine.ly to part down the middle in what he termed “The Gauntlet”. Photo by Nate Dorr.

The crowd then proceeded one by one into the gauntlet, dancing their way to the basement, and destiny, to the music of “Lion with a Shark’s Head”.Photo by Sam Horine.

“If you’re bored on a Tuesday night, why don’t you think about booking a bunch of bands to play in your house. Think about it. You’d make thousands upon thousands of dollars. Then you could buy a gun, and shoot your deepest enemy.” Photo by Nate Dorr.

“This is CMJ, you know the biggest band at CMJ wins the chance to buy a gun and shoot Saddam Hussein.” The crowd cheers for the already-dead tyrant. Unfortunately, a police scare made the Gauntlet a short trip, and everyone hung around for five minutes shushing each other.But the shushing worked, and no cops showed up, and then everyone started dancing to “Whoop, There it is,” or whatever. No, really. Closing 90s dance party involves such forgotten items as Fatboy Slim, Len, and yes, Lenny Kravitz. What?! Photo by Sam Horine.

Photo by Nate Dorr.

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