Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing? “Honestly? No clue. Am I at a Dead show? There’s a little kid wandering around the stage unsupervised, and that happened at pretty much every Dead show.” No, I think this is a charity thing. “Ah. Fellow on the bass is awful boisterous.” He’s got an energetic stage presence. “I can … Continue reading Jesus Died For Someone’s Jams, But Not Mine