By Janet Adamana
“I’m nailing shards of hope together to put something over my head” bellowed a short, bearded young man, whirling around the stage of an empty theatre in Cleveland. The vocalist was surrounded by his band mates and best friends, he had his hoodie up, spewing his heart out into a small silver mic. “You know here it’s always raining, and it happened again, it happened again…” I will always remember the day I first heard pop punk band, The Wonder Years, and the moment they changed everything. Continue reading “The Wonder Years :: Setting their sights on the Greatest Generation”