Hamburger
You’re popular among everyone for many reasons. Flame-kissed pattie, juicy tomato, crisp lettuce. Even weird vegetarians secretly love you.

Dog in a Bucket
You like attention, no matter how cheap it is. Your relationships consist of unintelligible conversations and heavy petting. You probably work in the movie or music industry.

Violin
You make sweet sounds, but only in the right hands. You want to be a Stradivarius but might be a fiddle.

Sunglasses
Everyone sees through you. You darken peoples’ worlds even on the sunniest days. You’re a bad person.

Copy Machine
You can’t think for yourself. You consistently fall victim to trends, religions, and governments. You probably own a Che Guevara shirt.

Unique set of circumstances last night at The ‘Dise. They rolled up to the place a few hours late, there was an Ozz Fest Party in the Lounge, and we got to sit absolute front & center - yes, sit - since they had about 100 folding chairs set up. New to me.

It’s basically a crime against humanity that I didn’t have my camera with me, as I would’ve taken hundreds of ridiculous close-ups and video of the whole thing. We may have some pics coming though.

Lytle and his backing buddy had a little table with a night lamp and a Kerr jar of drum mallets surrounded by a Casio, synth, and an acoustic guitar. Oh, and the canned mic for the fuzzvoice. They started with “Summer It’s Gone”, which has been in my head ever since. They busted through a wide variety of Grandaddy tunes (despite the “torture chamber” next door), which made them all organic, original, and even more beautiful. It was basically the perfect way to pour one out for our now-defunct homeys.

Highly similar setlist from NYC (via The Music Slut)
Huge review with pics @ Nonphenomenal Lineage