Road to Camp Bisco – Beef
I want to begin my story by saying one thing… The Disco Biscuits are not just a band… they are a lifestyle. You don’t just listen to the music or see a concert, you experience something that I cannot explain with words.
My road to Camp Bisco began when I was 17 years old. It was the end of October when I got a phone call from my best friend Steve Rabinowitz, who asked me if I wanted to go see a band called The Disco Biscuits. He told me that our buddy Danny Bachman was going to see them and Bachman said that they were “fuckin’ awesome.” He tried to describe the type of music to me but I had no idea what he was talking about. I decided to go to the show anyway because I thought the band’s name was absolutely hilarious…
I walked into The Vanderbilt on Long Island on 10/26/02 and when the Disco Biscuits took the stage, I had no idea what I was in for. I was a metal head in high school, so I was used to extremely loud, high-energy adrenaline-pumping music and mosh pits. When they finally started playing I had no idea what to expect.
They started off the show with Sound One, a confusing yet whimsical display of music that had my brain tingling with interest. But about halfway through the show, probably sometime during The Overture, I had to sit down and nearly fell asleep by the bar because I didn’t have the capacity to keep up with the band or the fans. The music was high energy and danceable but I was not used to just dancing at a show. I was accustomed to mosh pits and crowd surfing! It was a struggle just to keep up with the crowd around me. I made it through the show, danced my ass off and was completely baffled by what I had just seen. The band changed the entire way I looked at music in one concert. It showed me that you can RAGE without being filled with rage and aggression. I left the show intrigued, confused and with a strange desire to see more. Honestly, after having seen the same band for 10 years and over 200 shows, I still have the exact same feeling.
Every time I have seen the Biscuits they have left me intrigued, confused and wanting; they fill me with an energy that I have never experienced in my entire life. The music, the fans, the lights, the sounds, the entire experience of a Biscuits show is only comparable to the feeling of falling in love, and that is what I feel every time I see them, it is like falling in love for the first time over and over again.
After my first show I went home and tried to wrap my head around what I had just seen. I had to reevaluate my views on live music completely. I had never seen a band “Jam” or improvise the way the Disco Biscuits did on stage; it was like the music was alive, it had a mind of its own. The music was never the same, they never repeated songs or set lists during a tour and every single show was a guessing game. In fact, at some of the first runs I went on we would have set list games, where we would all throw money into a pool and whoever guessed the most songs in a show won.
I began to listen to the music instead of just hearing it. I started to catch on to the subtleties in the jams and the structure of the songs. I didn’t realize it at the time, but The Disco Biscuits invented “Inverted” and “Dyslexic” songs. For example, during an inverted song they would play sections of a song out of order, you can hear them play one song and then they jam into the end of another song and then finish by playing the beginning of the second song while jamming out into something completely different (Song “A” -> end of song “B” -> beginning of song “B” -> song “C”). If this sounds confusing, that’s because it is very confusing, from a musician’s standpoint it is extremely difficult, and from a fan’s perspective it completely takes you by surprise.
I was fortunate enough to see The Disco Biscuits when I did because I was able to see the band play with their original drummer Sammy Altman. Sammy left the band in 2005 to pursuit a medical career and I was lucky enough to see him play around 15 times before he retired from music. Sammy’s last show happens to be my very first Camp Bisco experience. I had never experienced a music festival before Camp Bisco, so I didn’t know what it was going to be like. I was still getting used to the mellow vibes of this “jam band” music scene. I had been traveling to see the band for quite a bit but had never fully experienced festival life. My first impression of Camp Bisco was that it was just like sleep-away camp except there were no counselors and definitely no rules.
I remember first walking around the Skye Top Festival Grounds in Van Etten, NY and I remember thinking to myself “I feel at home here.” When I first made it over to the stage area The Pnuma Trio was playing a day time set. Alex B of Paper Diamond was the bass player at the time. I really liked the people around the festival; everyone was extremely personable and nice, it was a big change from the concert experiences I had in high school like Ozzfest and Tattoo the Earth which had bands like Metallica, Slipknot, Black Sabbath and Marilyn Manson. Don’t get me wrong, I still love that scene and that music, but I felt like I was on a different planet being at Camp Bisco.
The road to my first Camp Bisco for me was very melancholy. Over the course of just a few years I had fallen in love with the band, the music, the scene and the entire vibe that surrounded it, yet I felt like I was saying goodbye to it all. Sammy was leaving the band; I had no idea what was going to happen. I had grown to love the music so much that it felt like I was losing more than my favorite band. It felt like I was losing a friend.
I find a lot of metaphors in the songs of The Disco Biscuits and it is very appropriate that they have a song called Eulogy because I felt like I was attending a funeral. The first day came and went and when the second day began you could feel the energy in the air “like a not so distant storm.” Emotions were running high when the band took the stage, the entire crowd chanting Sammy, Sammy, Sammy: it felt like there was electricity in the air, you could feel the buzz in every inch of the festival grounds.
I’m not going to lie, just writing about this experience has my eyes welling up with tears. I don’t often express my thoughts in words and writing about this brings up feelings and memories that I don’t get very often. But I digress. The crowd was on their toes waiting for the first note to hit and as the band started playing you could tell that it was going to be a very special night.
I remember hanging out with different groups of friends for most of the show, but after a while I ended up wandering off and got lost in the crowd by myself for a bit. I felt lost in the crowd but trapped in the moment. My eyes watered with sorrow yet I felt elated with pure joy.
As they began singing their “Salute to Sammy” you could hear the pain in all of the band members’ voices while they were trying to keep it together. In the song they sang, “Thank you for songs like ‘Onamewa’ and ‘Floes’ we plan on playing them for years.” Giving hope that there is still a future for the band and that even though this chapter is ending a new one is beginning. As they finished their ballad the crowd cheered and in pure Disco Biscuits fashion they come back out for one last encore and play the song “Spectacle,” another great metaphor for life. Spectacle is a song that can only be described as triumphant and beautiful. “Isn’t life just a spectacle? One hand short of a miracle” then the band began to intensify as well as the environment. The entire experience can only be compared to things I have seen in movies. My friends were long gone from my view and I felt like I was in the middle of a sea of people, the only thing I had keeping me grounded was the music. It was an extremely emotional experience.
That is when I looked up and locked eyes with Sammy, he wasn’t looking directly at me but he was looking in my direction. He was playing the drums with more passion and emotion than anyone I had ever seen before. Every movement he made seemed like a part to a story, it was like he was writing a novel with his drum sticks. As I watched him play his heart out his eyes began to fill with tears as he looked out into the crowd. I have never experienced such raw emotion during a concert as I did at that moment. As the tears ran down Sammy’s face I couldn’t help but cry myself. My eyes turned into faucets, pouring out emotion. It was a combination of pure joy and absolute heartache. I felt all of his pain and happiness run through my brain in a matter of seconds. Each time his drumstick hit the kit felt like he was telling a different story about his times traveling with the band. I felt like I was reliving every moment he ever had on stage.
As the night started to draw to a close the band said a few words about Sammy and all their experiences. Sammy was in tears throughout a good portion of the second set, as was most of the crowd, the band could hardly speak on the microphone without the crowd chanting, “Sammy, Sammy, Sammy!” The band thanked him for all his hard work and dedication and wished him luck on his endeavors in becoming a doctor. If you were present at this show and were not already crying, these words reduced everyone to tears.
As they said farewell they left on a high note and a little bit of “hope” for the future of the band. As they left the stage the crowd was in a state of awe, hope for the future but a longing for the past. I personally didn’t know what to do with myself when I heard the last note, I was alone in the middle of the crowd, emotions and thoughts swirling through my head. I wasn’t sure who I was or what I was doing with my life at that moment but I was sure of one thing,I was exactly where I needed to be.
It felt like the end, but what I didn’t realize at the time was my road to Camp Bisco was just beginning. From chaos, comes clarity, as one chapter ends, another begins and like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, The Disco Biscuits were reborn! In the wake of Camp Bisco 4 Allen Aucoin joined the band as the new drummer and filled a seat that nobody thought could be filled.
With a triumphant performance at the Tower Theater for the Biscuits New Years run we all got a taste of the future. As the months progressed there was a new hope for the band and the fans were electric with enthusiasm. As Camp Bisco V was approaching you could feel the energy in the air again. It was not an easy road to Camp Bisco but we all made it and were ready for anything the future had in store for us.
As day one of the festival started we all felt like there was an imbalance in the “force” Camping for the festival was on the ski slopes at Hunter Mountain so all the tents laid at an awkward 45 degree angle and the police presence at the festival made it feel like the New York City subway system, with random check points and bag searches. With clouds covering the event and rain storms approaching we all prepared for an insane weekend of music.
The Disco Biscuits took the stage with confidence and showed the whole festival that they were a force to be reckoned with. Allen proved his worth with mind-blowing fast drumming and a machine like persistence. I honestly thought they replaced Sammy with a Robot, I couldn’t conceive how any normal man had the stamina and drive that Allen had on the kit.
With storms approaching we all poured inside the ski lodge for the late night acts and Moshi-Moshi took the stage. This was a Disco Biscuit side project which included Aron Magner on keys and Sammy Altman on drums. The crowd was ecstatic to see Sammy back on a drum kit after deciding to retire from the band. As the late night progressed I thought that the roof of the building was going to blow off, between the weather and the bass, I don’t think the building could take the beating it did.
After spending 24 hours at the ski slopes, the rains began to wash away tents, chairs, and even people! My tent had almost 6 inches of water at the bottom of it by the end of the weekend!
We casually woke up each morning, put on dry clothes and prepared for another day of intensity. By the end of the weekend not one person I knew was dry and we were all exhausted from walking up and down the hills constantly. Drunk, sober or even just a little loopy, it is not easy walking up muddy ski slopes. At this point I was regretting not joining my friends who had a hotel room just a little ways off the festival grounds, but all in all the entire experience was extremely rewarding and I’m glad I stuck it out in the rain and mud. By the time we got home from Hunter Mountain, we all had a story to tell and an experience that would never be forgotten.
With a new year looming in the distance, Allen helped lead the band into the future with relentless touring and a drive that could not be matched. The road to Camp Bisco VI had already begun and our clothes had not even dried yet from the last experience. This year in particular was very special to me because my friends got invited to play Camp VI at the new location at Indian Lookout Country Clubupstate in Mariaville, New York. My buddies began making music in my basement in New Paltz New York, a small hippie college town that sits in the mountains just an hour or two North of the city. From parties in my basement to nearly sold out shows at Cabaloosa’s in New Paltz the guys started creating a big name for themselves. Sol Montoya on drums, Matt Smilkstein on keyboards, Luke Stocker on bass and Jesse stocker on Flute, the band was aptly named for their electronic sound and flowing harmonies.
Their name was Digital Frontier, and that’s what they were, the future of music. A new style of jam was created, they had an electronic and floating jazz influence from the flute playing which helped them take the scene by storm. Gaining a huge following in just a year or so, they were on their way to playing their first major festival at Camp Bisco VI. Camp VI included such names as Simon Posford, Hallucinogen, Infected Mushroom, Amon Tobin, Girl Talk, The Juan Maclean, Sound Tribe Sector 9, Bassnectar, The Join (featuring Jamie Shields and Darren Shearer of The New Deal and Tom Hamilton and Clay Parnell of Brothers Past), Telepath, and Orchard Lounge.
This was the setting for what would become the future of Camp Bisco and with a new home at Indian Lookout we were all on our toes, ready for anything. As Camp VI was starting and the sun was setting on Thursday night we got a short but sweet welcoming set by the Disco Biscuits. In true Biscuits fashion they eased us into the weekend and closed out their set with a beautiful rendition of Hot Air Balloon. Then came the madness, the Israeli Psy-trance masterminds Infected Mushroom took the stage and blew the whole crowd away with pumping bass and obscure sounds that can only be comparable to a heavy metal band that had a dose of something else. Needless to say, we were all welcomed to Camp VI with a BANG!
As the next morning approached and the sun was rising, everyone on the festival grounds started to regain consciousness. Digital Frontier was ready to open the side stage with a mid-day set and all I can remember was walking around the camp site screaming “WAKE UP AND RAGE!” By noon we had more than half the field on the side stage full of people ready to party. As the band began to play the sound of bass drum kicks and flute started echoing through the air, I watched people emerge from their tents in a daze and one by one they stumbled from their campsites to the second stage field in awe. Halfway through their set, Digital Frontier had more then 3/4 of the field full of people and to this day I have never seen so many people show up to a daytime set at Camp Bisco.
From their beginnings in my basement to a near capacity crowd at Camp I couldn’t be happier for my friends, this was the culmination of everything they worked for and their hard work had definitely paid off.
Toward the end of their set, Digital Frontier had the entire crowd dancing, jumping and throwing their fists in the air. From the front row I turned around and as far as the eye could see all I saw was smiles. At this point in the show I saw my friend Baker (who was also the lighting and stage designer for the second stage) start pulling out big signs and began writing the band members names on each. One by one he held up the signs over the band members heads telling the crowd each of their names, every time a sign was held up the crowd cheered and began dancing even harder.
This was the moment I knew we finally made it, we went from being fans and supporters of the music to being the fuel that helped run the entire festival. It was at this time I realized I wanted more out of the scene, that I wanted to be more than just a paying customer,I didn’t know what my place was yet in the whole puzzle, but I knew that I would become a vital piece of it. As the crowd cheered and Digital Frontier ended I began to see things from a different perspective, and I knew that this was just the beginning…
After the “high” of the Digi-Front set began to wear off the day only got crazier, clouds began to fill the sky and turned the gorgeous afternoon into a gloomy evening. As the Biscuits took the stage raindrops began to fall and it felt like time was slowing down. It could have just been my state of mind or possibly it was the magic of the music, but you
could feel the energy in the air as the band began playing their first notes. This is when the festival ceased to be Camp Bisco and transformed into “Swamp Bisco.” I’ve been seeing the Disco Biscuits now for 10 years and I’ve come to the conclusion that if the Biscuits are playing outdoors their music brings the rain, and when it rains, it pours, every buildup the band played and every time the music dropped it seemed to come down harder and harder. I’ve been stuck in rainstorms before but none like the ones I’ve been in while the Disco Biscuits were on stage.
As the Biscuits’ first set of the weekend finished and Simon Posford took the stage for a set of Hallucinogen in Dub the entire crowd felt like a Native American tribe doing a synchronized rain dance. The weather was perfect for the setting yet conditions were more suited for a tornado then for a music festival. As Hallucinogen ended and we made our way back to the campsite we were hit with hurricane force winds. A few of my friends were at the side stage for Amon Tobin and they got back to the campsite just before I did. When I walked up to the campsite my good friend Tucci was holding on to our camp’s EZ-Up for dear life because someone forgot to stake it down before the storm started, I ran to help him and for a good 20 minutes we fought to hold the EZ-UP from blowing away and hurting someone, needless to say this was one of the most intense experiences of my life! When we finally got the campsite safe and secure and we hunkered down in my van.
The next day when we woke up the entire festival grounds looked like a warzone, tents were everywhere, everything was covered in mud and dirt and I’m pretty sure some campsites were moved a few hundred feet from where they were set up. Rule #1 of camping, stake down everything! With the storm behind us we spend the majority of the weekend gathering our thoughts and reminiscing about the events of the first two days. After the literal tornado that hit the campgrounds the rest of the festival was smooth sailing. With soaking clothes and everything covered in mud, we all left Camp Bisco with a story and literal laundry list of things to do when we got home.
Camp Bisco 7 started a little more promising then the last, the temperatures of the first day ranged from 90 degrees in the shade to 105 in the sun and we thought that we would finally have a dry year, but low and behold our hopes would be drowned by the second and third day. Camp 7 would have a little different flavor this time around, this was the year of the Dogg!
Snoop Dogg took the stage in the afternoon and commanded the crowd. His stage presence can only be compared to that of a king, when he speaks the crowd listens. I’m pretty sure there were no smoke machines on stage during his set, yet the entire crowd looked like it was on fire…The vibe this year was a lot more mellow and everyone was in a better state of mind then the previous year.
I remember watching the crowd bounce during Snoop’s set and I could almost feel the ground moving in synchronicity. As his set ended he walked to the front of the stage and asked “is everybody ready for 311?!” Snoop must have smoked himself stupid because he forgot he was at The Disco Biscuits Festival and thought he was still on tour with 311. The crowd laughed and continued cheering, as he left the stage his performance was so good no one really cared that he forgot where he was.
The heat of the day could be felt all around and the humidity could be cut with a knife. The temperature was so potent it felt like you were being hit in the face by a roundhouse kick from Bruce Lee. We all felt it, but that didn’t stop the crowd from getting down to Pnuma Trio’s amazing set (Paper Diamond’s former band) as well as Lotus and my all time favorite act to see at Camp, Orchard Lounge! We had seen all this amazing music and it was still the first day!
As Friday and Saturday quickly creeped up on us, the heat of the first day was quickly drenched by the return of “Swamp Bisco,” I clearly remember MSTRKRFT playing the main stage between Biscuits’ set and dancing so hard that mud covered everyone’s legs and shoes. Then Bassnectar hit the stage and the crowd went wild. Bassnectar’s music had been around for a while before this, but never on such a grand scale. In my opinion Bassnectar’s set at Camp 7 would be the start of a whole new scene of Electronic Dance Music or EDM as its now referred to. Camp Bisco had laid the foundation for many of these new electronic acts and paved the way for a new generation of music fans.
Camp Bisco 8 came even faster then we imagined and before we knew it we were back on the same campgrounds ready to take on the world. After the torrential rains and mud the previous year we were ready for anything but this year felt different. Indian Lookout had become our new home and everyone felt really comfortable there. The staff and security of bikers and tough men and women riding around on quads became our family and we got along with them much better than the previous years. With the sun shining on the first day we all felt like we could take on the world.
As the Biscuits took the stage strange things began to enter my vision and I knew this set of Biscuits was going to get crazy. Sure enough, just as I expected, the Biscuits played their hearts out and the emotion was felt in the skies. As they began to play harder, the rain started and continued relentlessly throughout their set. Simon Posford took the stage again for a set of Shpongle in between Biscuit sets. With lightning and thunder looming in the distance, the festival decided it was unsafe to continue and advised everyone go back to their campsites and seek shelter. Before the Disco Biscuits could return for a second set with my eyes wide and soaking wet clothing we forged our way back to the campsite to change into something dry and recuperate after dancing around like puppets on strings to the sounds of Shpongle. After what seemed like an eternity the clouds began to fade away and the sounds of the Biscuits began to play on the main stage speakers, without hesitation myself and the entire Camp Bisco community emerged from our tents and began a mass exodus to the stage.
The Biscuits continued their assault on the crowd, and as the second set began I knew we were in for another crazy weekend. I honestly can’t remember too many details about the rest of the weekend, the rainstorm puddled my memories but I do recall Twisted Records DJ’s Ott and Prometheus throwing down sets of music that were only comparable to watching a national geographic special with heavy metal electronic music as the soundtrack. Lets just say that weekend left me completely drained and wanting more.
Leading up to Camp Bisco 9 I had only been a fan and a patron of the event. I was still trying to find my place in the music community and figure out who I was. Over the years I had became friends with The Disco Biscuits and I had been backstage countless times but I still didn’t know my place in the scene. Sometime in between 2009 and 2010 I decided to create my own image and start my own “production company” I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do yet but I knew I wanted to play a bigger role. Without hesitation I created the name “Tanzanite Productions” and began laying the foundation for what would soon become my own company. I decided on the name Tanzanite Productions because of what the name represents. Tanzanite is one of the rarest, most valuable sought after gemstones in the world and I have been collecting gems and minerals my whole life. The name not only represented me as a person but also what I wanted to portray as a business. Now that I had the name, all I had to do was figure out a business plan. My initial goal was to book bands and artists that I wanted to represent and create my own sort of record label/production company but my goals quickly shifted when I started researching the scene and greater music community. I decided to use my connections with the band and link up with a friend to start designing merchandise for The Disco Biscuits. My first official design was drawn by my buddy Zack Katz, we created a “hat pin” that was modeled after the biscuits song “Spaga” and after the success of the pin I decided merchandising was my future.
Camp Bisco 9 became the spark that created a fire inside of me that to this day burns hotter than I can describe with words. Camp 9 was the place where I met my business partner and good friend Cody Andrews. I had seen Cody around but we had never gotten the chance to really hang out before. Cody went out before the festival and got custom made basketball jerseys for him and his close friends that said Camp Bisco 9 on them. When I first saw them I was shocked at how awesome they were and knew immediately I had to team up with him to create even better merchandise for the band. I told Cody about my company that I had started and that I made official merch for the band and he was immediately intrigued. I told him I could take his idea and create something even bigger and better than he ever imagined. From that moment on we put our heads together and started building Tanzanite Productions into a force to be reckoned with.
We put our business thoughts aside for a bit and began raging the festival. This year’s Camp Bisco had an amazing lineup, with bands like WEEN, LCD Soundsystem and Wu-Tang Clan. The weekend was looking like it was going to be amazing. My highlight of the weekend was Wu-Tang’s set, when they took the stage the entire crowd lit up with cheers and chants. Just like Snoop Dogg’s set from the previous year the whole crowd was bouncing and smoke filled the air like a 5 alarm fire. Their crowd presence was amazing, they knew just what to say to get the fans riled up in a frenzy.
With nothing but business on my mind, I left Camp 9 with new ideas, new friends and a drive to create something bigger and better. I now felt like I had purpose, I can’t really explain the feeling, I just knew what I had to do.
My road to Camp Bisco 10 felt like a long and arduous journey. After meeting my business partner at Camp 9 ideas were swirling in my head and we began work on our first few designs. We designed a Disco Biscuits basketball jersey for their run out in Colorado which was a great success; we didn’t make any money from it, but we made a huge impact on the Biscuits’ community and had people begging us for new designs for the band. Following the success of the first jersey, we printed a “Mayan Holidaze” Disco Biscuits jersey for their event in Mexico that year. The design came out amazing and with permission from the band we began selling it before the event. When we got down to Mexico we ran into a little problem, actually I should say we ran into a big problem. Although we had gotten permission from the band, we didn’t realize we needed permission from the event for using the event’s name on the jersey and the security from the event threatened to confiscate all our merchandise. After a long discussion we explained the misunderstanding and were able to take our merch back home with us. After the ordeal in Mexico we came home and began developing our next design for Camp Bisco 10. The design took us months to make and finally when we were ready for production we got a call from our manufacturer and telling us that there was a problem with the printer and our design will not be ready in time for the event. We were absolutely devastated, we were so excited to finally have our merchandise displayed officially at a big event and not only did we lose money but we began losing hope.
Camp Bisco 10 was bittersweet for me, I was at my favorite place in the world yet my hopes of becoming a bigger part of the music community had been crushed by this failure. We had a great time the entire weekend but the whole time I felt like I had this looming in the back of my head. When I got home from camp 10 I knew I had to man up and keep moving forward.
The road to Camp Bisco 11 had a new hope, we got connected with new manufacturers and began working on a new design that would make the Camp 10 design look like a joke. Since we never got to print design last year we decided to take the same idea and make it 100X better. Since we had plenty of time to work on it, I told my graphic designer to make this one amazing. As the year passed and Camp 11 was approaching in the distance we knew this year was going to be special. I learned the previous year that when you get knocked down you have to get right back up and keep fighting. When we got to Camp 11 we brought our new design to the merch booth and everyone working was amazed by the design we came up with. They all kept telling me that we had the best piece of merch at the entire festival and were very happy that it was official Camp Bisco merchandise. Although it was the most expensive piece of merch at the booth we still sold over ¾ of the jerseys we printed and even sold out of the large size by the second day. With hope restored, we enjoyed the weekend of music with big smiles on our faces and we left the festival with a purpose: we had found our niche.
With the months following Camp Bisco 11 we wasted no time in designing new merchandise. We developed a new jersey just for Tanzanite Productions that we made for the 2012 end of the Mayan calendar. We called it the “Mayan Ascension” Jersey (which is still for sale through our facebook page) and brought a few down to Mexico to celebrate the solstice on the beach at Mayan Holidaze with the Disco Biscuits. When we got home we began developing new designs for the biscuits and developed custom hockey jerseys as well as facemask/headband designs for the band’s winter run in Colorado. The hockey jerseys were a huge success and nearly sold out after all their shows in Rocky Mountains.
Tanzanite Productions had become a household name in the community and we are finally on the right track to creating a brand for ourselves. Since the runs in Colorado we have been developing new designs as well as new merchandise for girls that will be available this summer. I learned a lot on my road to Camp Bisco and every year has been a joy as well as a challenge. I’ve learned that when it rains it pours, but you can either get wet, or you can dance in the rain. There is nothing that can stop you if you have a positive attitude. Always keep moving forward and never stop pursuing your dreams.
My road to Camp Bisco was not easy, I’ve had to walk on eggshells my whole way here, but life isn’t about the destination, it’s about the journey.
To be continued…
-Sean “Beef” Gruchik