We sat outside of the fraternity house on beaten-up old plastic chairs.  It was at night, perhaps after midnight, perhaps it was still today and not yet tomorrow. The boys were strumming on guitars, smoking, and letting the grey glowing tips grow until gravity compelled the ashes to float downwards. Singing songs we all recognized, humming ones we couldn't quite remember.  And then they sang, growling out the verses of a made up song, of a ridiculously flattering song full of semi-questionable language, improvised and sung only for me. A brother upstairs opened the window and leaned out, joined in and singing the next verse, belting out along with the others the chorus:

"she makes me horn-eeeeee"

Unusual, unforgettable - and the stuff from which college memories are made.

The main singer of that midnight serenade is still one of our friends, and is releasing a new album. The first track can be heard here - an amazing collection of instruments, a jumble of sounds, a flurry of happy, smoky memories. Dan, you're absolutely incredible. I can't wait to play your albums to our children and proudly point out that I made you feel...ummm....nevermind. :)