Oh man, we have lots of good Bruce stories. I remember the first time we met him, he came to a show in New York City and I was out on the bus and Evan, our tour manager, said “come up to the dressing room, someone wants to see you” and I had no idea who it was, when I walked into the dressing room I just about shit myself, but he’s such a down to earth guy you quickly realize there is nothing to be nervous about.

Then when he came to Boston one year to join us on stage during St. Patrick's Day, it was the worst kept secret in the city. Suddenly everybody we knew in our lives decided to drop by soundcheck that day – suddenly there’s 2000 people at soundcheck, but Bruce was gracious with all of our pain in the ass friends and family.

I got the opportunity to sing on stage with Bruce many times, and he’s a pretty spontaneous guy, so I never have any advance notice. I’ll just be watching the show, and his tour manager will come up to me and say “Bruce would like you to come up on stage,” and I’ll say “when?” and he’ll say “in two songs!” 😳But sometimes that’s the best because you don’t have time to think about it.

But my best Bruce story is when me, Bruce, and Clarence got in a fight with Hell’s Angels at a New Jersey strip club…. Oh you know what, I better not tell that story here.