my drinking binge when my band jammed for the first time in 17 years, at a warehouse in Madison, WI

X 5.14.16

As I lay back in my recliner after a Saturday night spent folding laundry, eating vegan junk food, and catching up on The Walking Dead, my thoughts turn to other parents who still get out there and rock. I’m adding a new section of this site called Dads in Bands. For all those dads and moms who still bring the noise (without the aid of mind-altering substances, no less), I salute you.

And for those who used to hit the stage, I feel your pain.