I'm a ska girl who married a jam guy. We are both pig-headed, stubborn idiots who bonded over Bad Religion and Irish coffees long before we ever took off our personal blinders and truly delved into one another's "home scenes", so to speak. I have told this story many times on this blog, and it always ended with our strong desires - someday when we win the lottery and have all the money in the world for guarantees and VIP treatment - to have a massive festival to celebrate it all. That's our lottery dream. After we buy a farm, pay for college for our kids, have a good night's sleep for the first time knowing our bills are actually all paid, we want to have a celebration of music that creates that bridge across the line few dare to toe between the jam scene and the ska scene. Now, let me clarify that this line really does not exist between musicians. The line exists in crowds. It exists between promoters. It exists to label heads. The folks to whom a scene an
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