I remember a man stopped an important conversation to tell me he was sorry for the loss of my father and that I was welcome home. That I was family. That man was the one, the only, Trip himself. Not so dready Jay used to be dready Jay. And cowboy didn't tag me for passing out drunk at Halloween masquerade even though I was fully dressed with shoes next to the wood burning stove in the basement of the barn. Damn sure gonna miss Trip and Scott Highsmith. Legends. I'd love to come up if there's anyone still running things. Is family still family if...
Read moreThis place... Oh man... We love the farm. It was always family up there.. We hit many of shows between 2003-2011.. Can't wait to get...
Read moreShattered battered tattered life and it's been like this all week? Skip to Trip's slip down the wiggle wiggle Pike and find you...
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