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George Adair Reed Jr.'s avatar

Back in 1991, late at night, in the middle of a field at Cornerstone, my 17 year-old self and what seems like only a hundred or so other fortunates got to witness Mike Knott lead LSU through a frenzied set on a ramshackle stage that seemed like it would collapse at any minute. I was primarily a punk/thrash guy, but that show remains one of my favorites. It was so powerful and so intimate. The night air, the transfixed crowd hanging on ever syllable- sung or spoken, the pogo-ing, Mike smearing white paint on his face as he alternated from gentle whisper to banshee screams. I've never seen anything like it.

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