Move over Mariah, this is the Amie show now. Step back and give her some space - she's gonna blow...your mind. And your heart. And your feet. Ok, that last one doesn't make sense, but seriously - the girl can sing. Hey Amie - Scotland called - they want their wind pipes back.

Have you ever experienced the Katie Coleman effect? It starts with a tingling sensation, before evolving into a rush. Before you know it, you're nodding your ahead, in full agreement. You just gave away the bar and damnit it felt good. See you next time.

It's not every day a generational talent like Jeremy brings his skills to your party. But when the phone rings, you answer. And when the Trombone comes up, you best be ready to rumble.

Cameron came to our last show as a fan and left as part of the band. What can we say - when you know, you know. And you'll know when you see him.

He came out of the womb looking like a rockstar and nothing has changed. True story - nobody has ever seen Chris without an electric guitar in his hand and a sparkle in his eye. If you feel that ripping, shredding guitar solo in your chest, look around...he's here.

The man, the myth, the legend - he's one of those things. Since a young age he's tapped, slapped, and bopped on countertops, car seats and the backs of nephews. He's most comfortable with two sticks in his hands, though it's not uncommon to see one ricochet off his ride and across the dance floor.

Matt's like oxygen - you don't realize how much you need him until he's gone, but you do need him. Tell him that when you see him.