perhaps it was the arrival of our coachella box, the discussing of line-up faves, or the bottle of wine… i don’t really know. but after the epic fail on a homemade pizza (the entire thing got tossed) we decided to swap our sweatpants for jeans, swing by Mama Mia for a slice and head to the Rhythm Room to see Motopony, a band we knew very little about, but thought we may like and decided to give a try. our ten dollar tickets were well worth it. us and 100 other phoenicians jammed front-row to the funky beats of a little seattle indie band at one of the best venues in the valley.
