another sold out packed house and good reason too. some new trails taken with some new fried bacon. bits. grits, and a stack of miss hits. no syrup, but that's why we gather for these saxon pub mondays. like being in the operating room when the doc makes the incision. watching that first plume of blood shoot out, bounce off the gurney, and seeing what's left sticking to the ribs. it's painful, it's gross at times, and in the end you hope for a pleasing recovery. not everyone can stomach it, and not everyone is happy about the procedure, but it's necessary for the future of modern music medicine.
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