“Have you heard that band before?”
“Who, Bob Dylan?”
“No, it’s The Felice Brothers.”
The middle bit of dialogue was me in my naive twenties in New York City quite a few years past… These dudes are still a recurring feature on the daily jukebox of my life. We’ve hung with them three times now. They always show up on time, play their tunes loud, and roll out to the next one quickly and with few words exchanged, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. The speaker volume will always be juiced to the the top for this band as long as I have a set of keys around here.