Once upon a time, when I was but a young lad without a thought of a Jam Van in my mind, I went to a Marco Benevento show at The Blind Pig in Ann Arbor, MI. It was a damn good time up until the bouncers confused me with a meat-head who was throwing ice. I was rudely escorted out of the bar, my cries of injustice were rebuffed, and I was made to walk home in the frigid winter night having not truly gotten my musical fill for the evening. Well now, flash forward to Jazz Fest 2014, the weather in New Orleans was far more pleasant, and there were no bouncers in sight, and even if there were, ain’t nobody throwing me out of the Jam Van. So on a personal note, I’m glad I got a do-over. On another note, you should be glad too, because this is maybe some of the headiest stuff that’s gone down in a van in the New Orleans Botanical Gardens, like, maybe ever… Then again, shit tends to get kind of crazy in New Orleans.