In Search of Egg Yolk Jubilee

Saturday, February 19th:

I’m sipping my Corona in this smoky crow’s nest called the Dragon’s Den, waiting for a band that just may not exist. Everyone I’ve asked about them offers me the same reply, “I’ve heard of them, but I’ve never seen them.” And that’s my story too. I’ve seen the name—who could miss it?—scratched up on a chalk board in the now-extinct Acadian Beer Garden, but I was a Wednesday regular, and they had th...