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"Isn't today Sunday, Funky D? Did we mess up on the date or do you think nefarious underworld forces are working against us?"	"Dios mio, man. I'm not sure. I'd hate to think the Dark Lord has an axe to grind with us."	BO'D unabshedly shows his affinity for French author, Honore de Balzac. "The man was unbelievable," opines BO'D. "He died at the age of 51 from caffeine poisoning. He wrote 95 novels, which can be attributed to his writing for 16 hours a day, which in turn can be attributed to his drinking approximately 50 cups of coffee a day, which in turn can explain the cause of his death. What a great man."
Old Crow performs on Potbelly's patio during FSU's Graduation Weekend.	A couple of comely groupies manifest their pleasure in listening to the mellifluous sounds of their favorite acoustic cover duo. Unfortunately, the photographer cut off Funky Dave's head (thankfully, only in the figurative sense) in this picture. The venerable Old Crow member, however, was a good sport about the whole incident. "Quite Frankly," said the Funkmeister, "I think my visage has been overexposed and perhaps even exploited by certain media hounds. So this anonymity is greatly welcomed."	Some more incredibly attractive Old Crow fans pose. Unfortunately, they do not officially qualify as Old Crow groupies due to their marital status--more specifically, because they're married, and they improprietously brought their husbands with them to the show at Potbelly's. Very disappointing, Ladies.
The size of the smile on the security guy's face pretty much says it all.	While Old Crow's ability to captivate an audience is unquestioned (and perhaps unmatched by any other band), OC readily concedes that it cannot compete with such a vision of pulchritude.	Yep, it's great to be in Old Crow. (That guy on the left, however, is a selfish jerk for blocking the view. He's been banned from all future Old Crow performances.)
Couples dance to Old Crow's version of Son Volt's "Tear-Stained Eye"; or perhaps they're simply holding each other up. It's tough to discern with OC fans.	An Old Crow fan gets a little sloppy and requires a some help zamboniing his face.	"Um, I don't think we're playing the correct chords, BO'D" "Are the chicks still grooving us?" "Of course." "So are we going to split hairs?"
	Security--or lack thereof--is often a problem at Old Crow shows, as some Old Crow groupies rush the stage. (Probably because the security guy is still smiling.)