3 years ago, I was on tour in Nashville, TN. On Halloween, I performed 3 sets of improvisational dance with some local musicians in the attic of an abandoned maple syrup warehouse. There was an art gallery opening downstairs, and when I wasn’t dancing, I was drinking beer from a gigantic metal keg out of a plastic cup. A few days later, I found myself at a bar that one of the local musicians suggested I check out. The bar was called "The Bleeding Pig" or "The Skewered Hog" or something equally southern and disturbing.