What the Punk!‪?‬ Patrick "Sully" Sullivan, REB Records, George Bessett, Ryan Black

Nothing to say here. Listen and Laugh. Enjoy the Steve Tapas vibes.

I was out drinking with O.R., my guitar player/songwriting partner from Theft To The Gallows, when I met SteveTapas at Simon's- one of the oldest bars in Chicago. The musty-dusty, low light vibe of the bar, along with it's peeling wall paper was the perfect backdrop to shoot the shit with a complete stranger. The minute Steve bellied up to the bar and ordered both O.R. and myself could feel the Tapas vibes. He was laid back, super personal, funny, and introspective. In a nutshell, he was real. Which in this day and age is hard to find.

The smartest thing Sil-Suf ever did was dropping out of high school. I wish I had his temerity when I was a teenager. Now at the age of 22 he has not only earned his high school diploma; he has turned himself into one of the most unique rappers/artists I have heard in a very long time.

The smartest thing Sil-Suf ever did was dropping out of high school. I wish I had his temerity when I was a teenager. Now at the age of 22 he has not only earned his high school diploma; he has turned himself into one of the most unique rappers/artists I have heard in a very long time.

The first time I saw Gibby Toombs play was at the Montrose Saloon. He was dressed in a white button down shirt, Khaki pants, sitting by himself at a table quietly waiting to take the stage. "Oh no, here we go again, another singer-songwriter in his late 20's singing Bob Dylan cover songs" is what I thought. I couldn't have been more wrong. When Gibby hit the stage with his acoustic guitar he became Billy Bragg on steroids. This guy was destroying it, original song after original song playing each one as if his life depended on it. When he left the stage the sound engineer shook his head and said, "Holy Shit, no one saw that coming".

The first time I saw Gibby Toombs play was at the Montrose Saloon. He was dressed in a white button down shirt, Khaki pants, sitting by himself at a table quietly waiting to take the stage. "Oh no, here we go again, another singer-songwriter in his late 20's singing Bob Dylan cover songs" is what I thought. I couldn't have been more wrong. When Gibby hit the stage with his acoustic guitar he became Billy Bragg on steroids. This guy was destroying it, original song after original song playing each one as if his life depended on it. When he left the stage the sound engineer shook his head and said, "Holy Shit, no one saw that coming".