ROCKIN’ TEE
Man: “What’s on your shirt?” Me: “Deep Fried 5.” Man: “What’s that mean?”
Today, I was rockin’ a Deep Fried 5 tee — got my dear homies’ faces on it: Alex Dilley, Eric Koslosky, Justin Martin, Andrew Muller, David Whitlow.
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I was on an elevator with a man who asked about my shirt. I wanted to tell him every name, sing him every song, and re-cap every show. I wanted to tell him how talented they are, how great their music is, how magical their live performances are. And to tell him about all the funny and amazing things that have happened during the time I have known them. Probably TMI.
I said, “Deep Fried 5.” He asked, “what is that?” I said, “they are a band from Nashville.” The man was wearing a Steelers shirt. I told him that I had voted for his team. In fact, I had voted for Green Bay and for the Steelers. We talked for a minute about the up-coming game; I said that I would probably watch it, but really couldn’t enjoy it that much!
I’ve thought about that conversation since it happened. I could fill a day-and-a-half with my experiences with, and my feelings about, Deep Fried 5. I would start with the first time I saw them play — June 21, 2010, at THE Basement in Nashville. That night, it was Deep Fried 7 — add Michael Gutierrez and Dylan Stansberry. And they changed my life. This is not a statement I make, or take, lightly.
