Standing in the sweaty basement of The First Unitarian Church of Philadelphia I watched Field Medic perform his acoustic folk music to a crowd of punk rock teens. After a set of moshing and crowd surfing Field Medic, walked on stage with his boom box and acoustic guitar, in black overalls with long black chipped nails. The crowd became calm, taking in his soothing voice and the cassette tape that provided a steady drumbeat like the one you'd hear off of a Casio keyboard.