You never know when you're going to need a spare tambourine.
The Pharcyde prepares to battle the weather.
"Hehe. This reminds me, of this time in high school, me and my friends chopped up this....nevermind. Perhaps I've said too much."
This is not a recommended method for defrosting water bottles.
They might not know how to spell the band name, but they certainly know how to greet The Pharcyde.
You don't want to make Pip angry.
A brief glimpse backstage during setup for The Pharcyde.
The flower guy promoting peace. Or his buy 2, get one free deal. I'm not sure.
Master Multitasker Misty.
Richard had a strange rule about only hugging people that he had first covered in blankets or towels.
Tracy's hat was half camo, half tenured professor. It confused people long enough for her to escape any conversation.
Because opening our mouths to the sky was starting to freak out the bands, we turned to bottled water.
"Honey, you know I hate buying those things for you. Yes dear. Yes dear. I'm working right now, we can talk about your Soduko addiction later. Love ya."
Being good Santa Barbarians, recycling stations were plentiful.