The city of Philadelphia, a sprawling, vast embodiment of the music scenes across America, has long been a lighthouse to the artists and bands that travel across these great lands in search of the dream. The dream that all musicians have when they play their first notes. The dream of stardom, the dream of making it., the dream of being a goddamn rockstar. Green Day. Tool. Rage Against The Machine. Pearl Jam. Nirvana. Sunblaze Lane (sorry, I couldn’t help myself). These legendary bands, along w

Imagine, if you will, a time before the current state of the world. An age of wondrous, bombastic live music. Bright lights and thunderous sound. An electrifying feeling of seeing someone pour their heart and soul out on a stage for an hour that you’ll never get back again, yet always want back. You know, the good ol’ days. The last show that I had the pleasure of attending during those said days was documented in this very magazine. Just over a year ago, I was at The Foundry in Philadelphia...

The year was 2012, and I was the biggest Muse fan in the world. As they were about to embark on a North American tour for their new album, The 2nd Law, support acts were being announced (every one of which I was highly jealous of, as I wanted to open for them). As I scrolled through that list of names, one stood out to me right away. Dead Sara.

”Shit. What do I even ask him?” “How the hell do I interview someone I look up to without sounding like too much of a fanboy?” So, needless to say… I was nervous. That was until I sat down with Perri at a small rock and roll bar in West Chester. The moment we shook hands… that nervousness disappeared. Immediately, it felt we had known each other for years. This wasn’t an interview at all. This was a conversation. This was sitting back over a few drinks (scotch for me… coffee for him) and talk