There’s a long story about how I met Johnny “Birddog” Elkins and Matthew “The Wolf” Ramirez. It’s covered here, in a post from our first ever Jam in the Van session with a band known as The Muddy Reds. These were the dudes brave/dumb enough to be the initial sacrifice. They brought all of their gear to a dirty alley in Venice and climbed in our sketchy van without knowing a damn thing about what they were getting into. We’ve been great friends ever since.

Sadly, The Muddy Reds bit the dust. I’d like to say they had a good run, but they didn’t really make it out of shit-holes, and they deserved better then what they ever got. So I’m happy to see that Birddog and The Wolf have found a new ride for their talents. Because they write good songs. The type of songs that make you believe in the broken sentences that they’re spouting on about. The type of songs that make you ok with the fact that they think it should be cool by society to let their day job consist of riding around from town to town in a dusty econoline-van named Ivory, playing rock and roll shows. That’s always a ballsy proposition.

So the Wolf and Birddog keep chasing that calling. Be it noble or not. On the way they’ve added three new pieces to the jigsaw. Two ladies and a dude with a good stache. When they rolled up for their second Jam in the Van session all five of them werel hungover from a SXSW run.  Most all of them were still pretty new to each other. This time around however, they knew what they were getting into when they climbed the Jam Van steps. This time around they hopped inside with a purpose.  That’s a good start.  Because we’re not hanging out in alleys anymore.  Nor do we think they should be…