Satin Crocodile Pajamas: An Evening with The Marías
Aarin Wright – It’s 9:50 p.m. on a Thursday evening and the air smells only of sweat. Standing directly in front of The Crocodile’s stage among a sold out crowd in the peak of summer has led to the aromatic situation. There is no noticeable AC. People are downing beers for hydration and fanning their faces with recently purchased LPs.