After the show we went backstage and, when leaving passed through a bunch of young things getting signatures and I stuck my forearm in. Chris said "you gotta be kidding" - he didn't mention after two showers it would still be there. You know, it isn't the beer, it is the lack of public rocking that I attribute the weight to now. If I still slammed 3 times a week, I'd still be a stick. A deaf stick but stick.

I just thanked him for touching me - he said it was a rock thing. The chickenburger hoodie is apparently an original - too ugly not to be. Beauty.

We know people who rock out. We are acquaintances of rockers.

Nate hugged back. I welled up.

We had the Sloan side of the row to ourselves, confirming our status to the cramped teens around us.

These guys were very generous to all the kids during the show and after. The pass got us a chat but they were moving past us to pay attention to the crowd at the door after. I was never so impressed by the mutuality of the experience of a concert. This morning I spoke with the manager of the hall, my client now, and he said after the soundcheck he was a bit worried about the integrity of the building. Loud.

Here are some more pictures from the concert I have received from Nate: