I just got a rad new harmonica—it came from Finnegan’s!—and you can bet your sweet ass I’m going to be playing it all the time from here on out. And not only on the backs of trains or pickup trucks, either—I’m going to be playing it all the time, everywhere. So next time you hear the sweet strains of a harmonica, you can look around, and you’ll see me. I’ll be like Johnny Appleseed, except instead of walking around the country planting apple trees, I’ll be driving around Portland and playing phat harmonica jamz. Well, and my name’s not Johnny. Anyway, I’ll be playing a little something like this. Those fawning, gibberish-shouting Dutch fans will probably be following me around too, just FYI, waving their hands in the air like they just don’t care. Because they won’t. They’ll be caught up in the SWEETNESS of my JAMZ.