That time I met Neon Indian.. ugh.

Last night I was sitting downstairs at the Turf Club waiting to see Neon Indian.
Ordered some MN classics (corn dog and cheese turds).
later some dude comes walking out of the back room carrying a plastic basket with what appeared to be a corn dog and some things resembling the aforementioned turds
so - I say to him - "that might be mine" (as though he is delivering food to a table)
he looks at me kind of funny and sits down at the table next to me
another dude stops at his table and sits down
and they are chatting and I hear my "server" say something like "ya.. being on the road can be rough at times.... some times Alan sleeps in the back" (Alan happens to be the lead in Neon Indian)
so.. I ask him:  are you with Neon Indian?
A:  ya.. I am on the keyboards he's Max and plays guitar
doh

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