I just now found out the guy who nabbed the setlist apparently took this candid pic of me belting out the lyrics to the new record’s title track with C.T.

Shoutout to that dude.

Much love to the bands that showed up, to C.T. for regaling me with tales of Jim Dandy lore and to my aforementioned friends for braving through that much distortion for the first time.

It just ain’t fair man.

I normally don’t relish in spite for too long because it tends to be spiritually corrosive.

But LORD almighty we all firing up the grill. Sometimes a simple “rip bozo” just doesn’t cover it.

Thanks!

Two Dans, separated by exactly thirty years to the day.