Peter Stampfel @ Jalopy

Met four of my professional peers at an uptown rooftop bar early last evening and as we were leaving asked if they wanted to come to Brooklyn to see Peter Stampfel. This was decidedly not a Peter Stampfel crowd (I described who PS is) or place and two of the five are deep Jersey and one a northern Westchester, so I was sure of them not saying yes. Then something happened, I don't know what, and the three outlanders and I were in a cab and we got to Jalopy just as PS and friends were tuning up. And now there are three more people in the world whose lives are simultaneously more meaningful and absurd.