Bamford: No, no, it was my idea. I was terrified, because it was this motorcycle club in Duluth—a pretty low-key motorcycle club, because Minnesotans aren’t too rowdy, but I was scared. So I was like, “Dad, would you please open for me?” And my dad loves me, and so he worked out his bits.
Slate: It was all his own material.
Bamford: Yeah. I think it was about six to seven minutes. He bombed and then I bombed. It was a family affair.