Although Thrice's final farewell show at the Observatory in Santa Ana was among the most brutal, beautiful, bittersweet moments of the summer, we understand when a band agrees to call it quits. It's okay, we know OC's mature, post-hardcore troupe will be back (three years, we're calling it!). But just as our sweaty clothes from that show finally begin to dry out (we promised never to wash them after that gig), we're hit with quite a surprise form the Thrice camp.
Nate Jackson is the gatekeeper to your dreams of local dive bar stardom. If he writes about you, expect your band to be offered at least one more drink ticket than the rest of the bands on the bill. Get his attention with some groovy tunes and he might just do it. Then, boy will you feel special.