I met with Dog Party outside of some skate shop where they were about to perform. The shop was small and I was in disbelief they could hold a show here, they later proved they could. I felt bad for not getting them pizza, so I offered my hand to help set up. That’s right, friends, I was a roadie for a day. When I met Dog Party, I thought they looked like two well-dressed scallywags. With no benches, tables, or chairs, we conducted the interview in the alley next to a dumpster. I’m sure this is the last place they had imagined to be interviewed! Dog Party got their name from watching their pug dance wildly around the room while they play music for him. So innocent; so pure.