I once brought my then-pregnant sister to FYF Fest in Los Angeles, a decision that, in retrospect, probably wasn’t the smartest move. I wasn’t so much nervous about the crowds or the rambunctious drunk kids (this was back when it was one-day affair and considerably smaller.) No, my main concern was that we’d be seeing No Age, and I didn’t want my future nephew to get his head blasted around by the loudest live band I’ve ever seen. Fortunately, we kept a healthy distance from the stage for the show, and my little nephew is smart as a whip and just [...]