The first time I saw Baby Gramps was at a one-time only illegal festival in the Cascade Mountains of Washington, on some Indian reservation that I can't even remember the name of. I was on a good deal of mushrooms at the time and I couldn't tell if he was actually happening. The second time I saw him was in the sober safety of the Bumpershoot music festival in Seattle, and the illusion was shattered forever. I love Baby Gramps.