These days, Adam Green’s solo forays are highly concentrated slap-stick comedic acoustic blues with Seinfeldian lyrics about nothing and everything. Live, he’s forsaken his Moldy Peaches Robin Hood get-up for tight jeans and loose t-shirts, (though he’s still ready to crowd-surf mid-song and cause crowd sing-alongs.) Thus, by now, if you don’t love him, you probably hate...
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