Press Room

The Photo Pass gets you hand delivered to the front crush - three songs tops - all from a bad angle - to get the elusive payoff shot. Then you’re chopped liver - delivered to the back door and a full parking lot. Writers get a box seat and access to a fax machine - a bit of kiss ass, perhaps a nice sip of the promoter’s vintage red. Hungry…? How ’bout a meal ticket - one stagehand can suffer…

Keep those praises flowin’ though or you’re not even making it to the VIP Tent.