Lunn dives into the crowd near the end of Monday nightaE™s show.

After disappearing from the stage: You looked hot, so I thought I’d wash you down.

The answer: hell yes.

When I say ‘Seattle go fucking crazy,’ you go apeshit! Are you up for it?!

Having a bouncer wade into the pit to tell you to calm down: priceless.

Lunn jumps off the drum set as The Subways play Chop Suey on Monday night.

Oh Yeah!

Taking a break from the pit.

To give credit where credit is due, drummer Josh Morgan was working his ass off aE” the gnashing teeth formed into a concentrated grimace that seemingly never left his face.

The sandwich board out front, featuring Thee Sgt. Major III as lone opener.

In awe.

My penchant for quickly developing massive crushes on rock star chicks didnaE™t fail, and I found myself completely enamored by Cooper.

Another of the older crowd aE” but loving the show as much as anyone.

Proving that you can still headbang with gray hair aE” plus his favorite mag is Seattle Weekly!

This girl could rock.

Starting slow? Not here, not with The Subways.

The strawberry blonde tatoo, in all its splendor.

Taping up the set list aE” short, but it packed a punch.

Thee Sgt. Major III was a good warm-up, but the night wasnaE™t about them aE” in fact, they hadnaE™t even been mentioned prior to the night of the show. It was about The Subways.

The seemingly arbitrary fire code max capacity of 247 was surely met, and maybe exceeded. The place was packed.