Expressway to my skull.
Hi Tammy, thank you.
Marcin, thank you.
Hi Aaron. Nice digs. All thanks & love.
Yelena, thank you.
Peaceful Canadian vibes. Trevor Solomon.
Ghost Wars eternal.
You Am I. That's a sweeeeeeeeet Brian May Guild right there.
(a/k/a Australians with good "rock" songs and serious "stage chops").
Archers (a/k/a Eric Bachman on one of Reuben's creepic Old Style guitars).
Jurgen, oh how I love you.
John Goff of Crash Worship (a/k/a mid-80s industrial noise/performance art) and Physics (90s synth-based post-rock). Good dude, great bands, and an epic resource of obscure analog synths.
The 90s-00s, (a/k/a Explosions In The Sky).
The Horrors, (a/k/a quite possibly the worst retro band of the modern age).
Dangerous Boys Club, (a/k/a 'bold tragectory').
Yacht. Sexy science nerd vibes.
Lil Stevie. A boob, literally.
The glamourous life. Hi Justin.
Pugs...a Goth's best friend.
Jeff, congratulations on the human baby.
Hi Nicole. Been knowin' you a long, long time.
Ben, welcome back.
Ace in a dank hole, Dan Monick. My friend, I love you very much. Was great to see you in PDX all those weeks ago.