I can finally claim I saw the first show of a “hip" Brooklyn band in college, got drunk with another and sort of almost knew another through a friend of a friend of a friend.
And I can do all of that on the West Coast where being a sycophant is appreciated. Hoo ray.
Hey, you should read this because Mike Conklin has good taste in music and also I got about 3 hours of sleep because I up very late last night working on it.