Jonny Grave performing at Iota in Arlington, VA. He done hijacked my Rowan! But people often do. Rowan seemed to enjoy another man’s rhythm as well, getting to break out some fancy brush-work to accompany Jonny’s gritty delta-blues-inspired rasp. To the right, on the continued theme of photographing giant bugs, one of the biggest praying mantises I’ve ever seen. This one was attacking the House of Musical Traditions, trying to consume all comers and do battle with radioactive skinks. It was an unholy commotion. I Loved him and wanted to take him home to eat our mosquitoes but he ran away before I could find a jar. And by jar I mean energy-field-reinfoced steel and adamantium containment unit. Cause that’s what you use, you know?