Well, one of those bands we discovered during one of those many, many nights spent drinking Yeungling on tap and sweating in crowds of other live music fans and nodding our heads and shuffling our feet was Eli "Paperboy" Reed. Because when we saw Eli perform I was all STOP THE PRESSES. DUDE IS THE SHIIIIIT. And was he ever.
And guess what, everyone. My favorite suit-wearin' nephew of Motown is BACK. And you know what? There are not many men in this world who can wear a gigantic pinky ring and STILL make me seriously consider naming my first child Eli. Eli Horne. Kinda catchy, no? Destined for greatness if you ask me.
COOOOME AND GET IT!