Every November, it's a Thanksgiving tradition that The Bearded Man and his closest associates (like Y.V.E. 48) go on an annual camping trip to Big Sur. But this ain't no ordinary camping trip. We're talking deep fryers plugged into generators, we're talking bonfires by the beach, we're talking pigs slowly cooking on coals buried in sand -- it's absolutely mental. For this occasion, this elite group of the world's most awesome citizens aren't allowed to bring amplifiers of any kind. No boomboxes, no radios, no music playing apparatuses except one: the humble guitar. The Bearded Man believes if one of his records doesn't sound good when strummed on the beach on a starry night with just a rough voice and a six-string, then it's not really a record at all, is it? If you want to join, membership is $2,500 per person per year. Just ask The Bearded Man team for the address of the writer of this message, they'll give you his address and you can send him the check directly to be a part of it. *Note, this is probably a scam of some kind.