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This photo was shot last night at The Troubadour, where I was supporting the return to L.A. of Tyrone Wells. (Footage from a prior show of “What Are We Fighting For” after the jump.) The band had been on the road two months, but don’t kid yourself: That’s only two weeks of facial growth on my upper lip.
Creator’s note: To my two friends cropped out of this photo, it was for your own good.