It’s Tuesday and we’ve fled the country.
International Jams broadcasts live from a suspicious motel room in Vancouver, where Matt insists the Wi-Fi smells like patchouli and Nick is wearing a shirt he bought from a dog.

Tonight we’re diving into Seattle Night 2, but since we crossed the border, it counts. The show felt big. The sound was tight, the way Page’s shirt was tight (not the fit. The vibe). Fishman played like he knew something.

Nick claims he wrote down the entire second set in a dream three nights ago. Matt finds meaning in the strangest of places when he looks at it right (WRONG BAND).

There’s something in the air. Maybe it's momentum. Maybe it’s maple.

It’s Tuesday. It’s Seattle. It’s Vancouver. It’s International Jams. Let’s go.

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