While biking home from the office last night, I heard an amazing sound emanating from an enclosed porch connected to a building on Denny and Belmont, near the Capitol Hill Half Price Books: It was a complexly funky jam made by a curly-haired bassist, a keyboardist, and a skinny blond drummer who wasn’t Trent Moorman. You guys impressed the hell out of me for the minute or so of your practice that I heard. Who the hell are you and when’s your next gig? Holla in the comments or at dsegal@thestranger.com.
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