Dressing Room

Contract riders confess to predilections for everything but the Brown M&M’s and nothing but Agave - clues to the inner workings of the Dressing Room. The inner sanctum and Holy Grail of entry is monastery to some; raucous bedroom to others - entered by only the very, very few.

Here, song lists are written and left to tabletops, fan mail scanned and discarded, chosen foodstuffs picked at and dismembered, and perhaps, if you’re lucky, the stray joint is left, or the last sip remains of your brush with fate.