Since I didn't go to UW, Madison for me is measured in musical memories. For me it's playing at Club De Wash, The Chamber, the Nar Bar, in the Rathskeller, at house parties and other places. And playing some joint I couldn't even find again, much less name, opening for the Skatalites and sharing a drum kit with the god-like Lloyd Knibb. It's meeting one of my absolute best friends and his future wife for the first time on Atwood Avenue when we opened for some young guitar player named Kid Johnny Lang.