Mitch Dubey was a good man, and a punk in the truest sense of the word. He had a set of values informed by the DIY ethos, and he lived fiercely and passionately in accordance with those values. He made music. He loved and lived it. He travelled for it and created adventures around the sounds we love and the ideas/ideals it espoused. He refused the mundane; he refused cynicism. We weren’t super-close, but we saw him all the time, a Connecticut kid who we were just as likely to run into in Philly or NYC or Baltimore, or even his home state of California. He reminds us of a lot of the best people with whom we’ve travelled and made noise over the past 2 decades. His face is familiar from sweaty basements, community centers and rented VFW halls, shouting the words, smiling as if his joy couldn’t be contained. It couldn’t be. He was a friend to many, a sweet and smiling generator of enthusiasm who died violently and senselessly last year. The purpose of this show is to say how much he’s missed, to celebrate his life and the music that filled it, to highlight the best our scene can offer in terms of community, passion, and mutual support, and to raise a fist in opposition to the malevolent, violent, materialistic world that stole this friend from us. We’re honored to be a part of it.