by Gonzalo Riedel
BA Johnston tells me about a folk fest he recently played. “It was in a yurt in front of about 80 people. Everyone was insanely messed up and, like, 17 years old. One kid clearly didn’t know what was happening and I kept making jokes that he was going to murder everyone because he looked like what I assume a bath salt murderer would look like. He just kept stroking my beard. He turned out to be really nice, and later added me on Facebook.” Continue reading “BA Johnston: Dirtbag”
