17 years ago. Can’t believe I’m blasting down 95 now listening to Pulp to go play a AN set in RVA. Yesterday I woke up in LA at 230am to fly to Baltimore but landed in Charlotte instead due to weather. Got a rental, 9 hour drive straight to stage and immediately someone pours a beer where I’d stand on stage. Spent the next hour trying not to fall. I guess I love it. It doesn’t make any other sense. It was ok being a young bruiser. It’s better now tho. I still love Pulp. This photo makes me a little depressed as a cool young kid started a band a few years later influenced by AN and me and died after playing from complications caused by wrapping the mic chord around his neck. Your memory has stayed with me. See you in RVA tonight.