Sometimes you have to invite all your friends over, dress in costume, go on a drunken bike ride through the Northend on decorated bikes en masse while stopping at a series of residences to have a drink, and end it with a barbeque, a keg or two, and a killer show on your back porch. For a certain couple– whom we’ll simply refer to as Amy Winehouse and Andre Agassi– Friday was the eighth time they’ve done this. I tried to have few expectations going in and was instantly comforted by the sight of Curious George and The Man in the Yellow Hat standing next to Uncle Sam touting a “Vote For Nixon ‘72″ top hat and straddling a tandem bike completely covered in red and white stripes and ornery little stars. Arriving unprepared for such zanity, and rushed to set up for the show, I was rescued by a dear friend who brought me the paisley silk jacket I’ve worn to just about every String Cheese show I’ve been to, a white tutu, and a bike wrapped in yarn. The ride was invigorating– I think we acquired a few passerby– the food was great, and towards the end a rain came that flattened afros, soggied my right sock, and smeared Heath-Joker’s already creepy makeup. Luckily we had a tarp for the monitors, and sport coats for the mains and mixer.

bafoon \n.\ 1: one who bafoos.

by Jesse Shell