In Summer of 2024, Stuart Davis rocked the foothills of Boulder during an outdoor performance at the annual Boulder Creek Festival. It was a day like any other: the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the girls were dancing, the boys were getting drunk—and then suddenly, without warning, the innocent citizens of Boulder (at least those within a five mile radius) were exposed to a blinding dose of Stu’s radioactive blend of post-apocalyptic punk Buddha ballads. We are still studying the long term effects.