Found this photo and it reminded me of these guys we'd met at Burning Man whose camp was called The Church of Funk. They had a tall, steeply pitched tent roof with walls made of paper painted to look like stained glass, and cranked out the loudest funk music you can imagine for hours at a time. When they heard we were from Cincy, they all blurted out "Cincinnati! Do you guys know Bootsie Collins?!?!?".
And nobody coughed up Springsteen tickets for me yesterday.