One fan passed judgment saying, “That’s the most metal thing ever.” He wasn’t referring to the pools of fake blood, or the vivisections of Christ and Hitler. He was referring to the arrival of the FDNY after GWAR’s set.
We have been sponsoring an annual pub crawl in the very-hard-to-reach neighborhood of College Point, Queens since 2006. In 2011, a skeleton crew kept the tradition alive while sampling some increased Chinese influences in the neighborhood.
We’ve had some of America’s best pulled pork from East Carolina to Texas. For our first attempt at smoked pork, we decided to combine those traditions.
Campbellton was a waypoint, a dot on the map between days 2 and 3 of driving north from Boston to the Gaspé Peninsula. We arrived late and rushed to grab food in the bar attached to our HoJo, attached to an aging mall, attached to the bridge to Quebec.
We didn’t know what we were going to get ourselves into. We had just spent a week camping and hiking and were about to enter our first “real” city in days. All we knew about Moncton was that it held about 70,000 people and that it had bars in it that would be open and serving beer.
After years of studying the BBQ arts we decided it was time to learn them first hand. Over Labor Day Weekend we assembled the Manic Smoker, bought and seasoned a brisket and stayed up all night smoking it. Here’s how the process went.
Janelle Monae capped off the second day of the festival for the concrete half of the park. Her Red Stage grounds included the FreeCycle BMX quarter-pipe, the skate park, and most of the other interesting parts of the festival.
By the end of the Unstoppable Death Machines’ show the crowd in the mosh pit had been whirling and flailing for almost an hour. Then one shirtless mosher jumped on the back of another and this happened:
We didn’t know if he was going to kill us or invite us into his home. We had been shooting photos in a nearby parking lot and he must have seen us from his window.