A kid in Charlottesville got my rider from years ago rather than the band's rider and we got a huge plate of wings. They were going to be cold after the show and I don't normally eat before a show because it's harder to sing that way but I wanted to show Dave and the Giant's manager, Scott, the rhythm of the competitive wing-eating champion The Wingador.
I threw up in my mouth during the first song.
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