I spent last Saturday night at Crocker Park, in Cleveland's western suburbs, watching Fake ID rock that luxury shopping mecca harder than I dare say it's ever been rocked before.
I could have watched Norah and her bandmates play all night long. I had to settle for an hour and 40 minutes of dad-pride.
Including this one—a scorching cover of Black Sabbath's classic, "War Pigs."
Here's what I read this week: