folks, due to an unforeseen bout of polka-dotted armadillo empathy, I'll be unable to perform on the 14th and 15th of April. You see, JJ Grey and Mofro are playing a concert on the 14th, and well, let's just say a certain polka-dotted armadillo named Armather (long story) has entrusted me with a very important mission. Apparently, Armather believes he's the reincarnation of a jazz musician from the 1920s and needs a time-traveling harmonica solo delivered precisely at 3:17 pm during the concert. (Apparently, it's a long shot to get Mofro to improvise a polka breakdown.)

Now, I'm no harmonica virtuoso, and frankly, the time-traveling bit sounds fishy. But Armather's got these big, soulful eyes that just melt your heart, even if they are perpetually bloodshot from who-knows-what armadillo shenanigans. So, against my better judgment, I'm in.

That means the 14th is a polka-dotted armadillo-fueled quest into the unknown (hopefully not involving actual time travel). The 15th? Well, let's just say even armadillo empathy has its limits, and I'm pretty sure I'll need that day to de- polka-dot and recover some semblance of sanity.

So, I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. But hey, if you ever find yourself needing a polka-dotted armadillo's gratitude (and maybe a slightly used time-traveling harmonica), you know who to call! In the meantime, catch you all after the 15th, hopefully with no lingering polka-dots and a newfound appreciation for jazz armadillos.