What with Grandaddy (RIP) being one of the best bands to ever walk the earth, I was pretty damn excited about seeing their frontman Jason Lytle play a show yesterday afternoon.

The less good news was that the show before was overrunning so I had to scarper to see Graham Coxon’s gig – missing the whole Lytle thing.

However, in a diving fate squiggle I happened to see Mr L relaxing in his motor on Red River Street as I left. With the man’s consent I tried to take picture – only to find that it was actually too sunny to get a shot. it looks like there's some kind of nuclear apocalypse going on here.

This is new to me. It really is that hot here.


The video interview worked, mind.

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