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From the mailbag: "Last night there was some kind of jam band concert at the pool in Williamsburg and for hours afterwards the whole area was full of fucked up, belligerent hippies. I was at Daddy's when a slew of shirtless, dreadlocked gentlemen came in; the staff didn't seem to know how to react. Later two guys that looked like they were from Ohio asked if I knew where to buy some 'catfood.'" Yes. And now you know the agony of Disco Biscuits, the "trance-fusion" band who got their start in a frat at Penn a decade ago.