High in the Sierra Nevada mountains, we shook the dust off some guitars, cranked up old tube amps, and with Dana and an Omnichord at the helm, we conjured a little magic at an after hours theatre.
Before that, we enjoyed the coldest beers in town at Grandfather's Station. Crayz.
High mountain livin' . . . good times.
Tonight we're in Merced w/ Boscoe's Brood. See ya in Central.
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