First night of the DNB + Moonalice tour. The acoustic set includes everyone from both bands.

According to Moonalice legend, there is a distinct possibility that the United State will elect a president this yea who has never drunk a cup of coffee, a Coca-Cola or a can of beer, to say nothing of tribal medicine. Tonight’s poster by Carolyn Ferris provides some advice on what to do if this horrible thing actually happens. For those of you at the back, the person on the outer part of the picture is you. This thing in the lower corner is your eye. You are looking inward at the goddess WTF Moonalice, who will pull you through the keyhole of your mind, where her Komodo Dragon Poopsie, her pet hand, Thing, a couple of biplanes, and a shitload of great herbal medicine will nurse you through what would otherwise be a very grim time. If anyone needs further explanation, please talk to Big Steve.

Duke Davis played sax on "Who Can Say?"