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I told Andy that I would be talking about this concert for months, so I thought I would try and get as much out of my system as possible. Again, it's hard for me to put in words how much this band has meant to me without sounding like a complete nut-job (I am a little, but I'm not nearly as crazy as you think). I know this is a crappy little video, and I am certainly no videographer, but I'm happy to call this clip my own. From Marcus' dancing around like a fool with a broken string (can you count how many time he spins in a circle?), to Ben's constant smiling while playing (adorbs), to Ted picking up his bass (he must have some hella muscles), and to my dear Winston for rocking out that hard on a banjo, it's easy to see how much love and passion they have for their own art, and it's hard for me to not love them for it. Music often speaks for our emotions and aspirations, and I'm glad that I finally found this band to convey just a small part of me.

Also, if you had told me two years ago that my future crush would air hump his own banjo, have a disgusting beard/all around look like a homeless person with a rattail, I would have called you crazy. But here I am, swooning over a boy named Winnie.