I remember when we met them outside of a church in Venice and we realized our dogs knew each other because we’d previously been neighbors for a couple years.

I remember when we met them at one of the hottest Bonnaroos ever, when we had no AC, but we had a bottle of tequila that looked like an AK47. They helped us drink all of it and we all partied in the rain into the wee hours of the morning on the festival’s closing night.

I remember running into them at countless festivals and shows, and they always show love, it’s kind of their thing. They always run up to us to say hi and to pet my dog, RZA, and they always have nice things to say about our videos and they always tell us they’re ready to do it again.

In a sense, Jam in the Van has grown up with The Mowglis. We’ve watched their music evolve and their band succeed and they’ve watched as we’ve learned from our mistakes (see no air conditioning at Bonnaroo) and grown into a real deal company. So, here we go again, and this might be the best one yet. You know what they say about the third time, right? Well, that will only hold true until we do it again.