 Do you know what's funny? I remember doing a road trip with my dad and my uncle when I was a kid. I was about 14, across America. A musical journey that took her to Preservation Hall in New Orleans. And I sat on the floor, cross-legged, 14 years old, and I'm sat underneath this guy's trombone, spit flying in my face, you know, wide-eyed, like, what is happening? This is insane. Yeah, you loved it. I was like, whatever this is...