Primate Fiasco. It’s so great to watch this fabulously fun Dixieland pop extravaganza play on the street in Northampton (with hula-hooper in tow) that you can’t find parking anymore. Why do they have to be so entertaining?

A long time ago, before ipods, there were a group of cave men who, in between mammoth hunts and alien encounters, would play a primitive style of music with their primitive instruments on the street corner as glaciers drove by. Like so many young aspiring musicians of the era, they were frozen solid and locked in ice for an untold amount of time. Due to global warming, they recently found themselves thawed out with a huge sleepy sand in the eye and they all had to pee really really bad. After the shock and amazement of their new surrounding set in, they noticed that their instruments were still relatively in tune. They were taken in by the modern primates, bathed, shaved, and dressed. There was much rejoicing.