It’s springtime in Los Angeles and the Armed is about to take the stage. The elusive Detroit collective doesn’t perform very often and, since forming 14 years ago, has never played in this major city. People have traveled great distances to witness this rare appearance, and the anticipation in the room is starting to grow intense. A man approaches me in the crowd and slaps a red sticker on my chest that reads HELLO MY NAME IS DAN.
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