Sometimes the party ends. Families sprout. Jobs take priority. Bills keep coming. Life becomes routine. Sometimes that routine starts killing you. Slowly. You need an excuse to git loose. As luck would have it, you & your crew happen to be the Kings of Gittin’ Loose. So you put life on hold for a bit, beat the dust off the old jams, and hit the road to spread the gospel to the uninitiated.
Shirts? optional, drinks? flowing, hugs and hi-fives? abundant, and your heavily tattooed, slightly unhinged frontman? likely bleeding from the done.
20 years and we’re still Gittin’ Loose, albeit a little older, a little greyer, & none the wiser.
