It's one in the morning on a Wednesday, and Brenden Green's clothes are falling off. Towering and lanky with sunken gray eyes, Green is wearing not one but three shredded tank tops, layered over one another haphazardly. As he takes a break from singing, he pulls the gauzy fabric of the top tank apart before falling down to the ground, rolling off the 501 Club stage, and army-crawling into an... More >>>