This is dedicated to the dude on the corner that brings the funky beat to downtown Drinknation. I'm not talking about the unwashed hippies that mindlessly drum out the repetitive thump of someone who thinks they provide a useful service to the man on the street, and please won't you toss me some change you capitalist pig? Yeah, you guys move over, we're talking about the soul man. The man who does it because he can dig it, way down where it counts. We hear you up here, in our stuffy offices, and we're tapping our toes. Give that skin a thump for us, fella, and we'll join you in a few.