We all had a tour shirt. At least it seemed that way. That easily identifiable patch on either the crotch or across both breasts. That standard square logo you instantly recognized as the one and only, guaranteed to tear-your-face-off, unique, voice bending, galloping sound of time shifting riffs from the band known as the smalls. In a time before digital visibility and worldwide web accessibility, this band set the standard for excellence in rabid curiosity and enigmatic reputation. Who were these giants in winter boots and John Deere hats? Small town enigmas. Metal. Punk. Country. Jazz. One of a kind. the smalls were a legendary musical phenomenon. After suddenly saying Goodbye Forever at the peak of their success, and 13 years apart, they reformed for one last redemptive tour-closing the loop internally as bandmates, estranged friends, and with their long-adoring fans. Forever is a long time after all.
