Remember that time I drove a bunch of awesome people across Florida to go to a Mountain Goats concert? And we got there and it was in the greatest little venue ever? And we met other awesome people in the lineup? And we sat on the floor eating goldfish, waiting for the show to start? And we stood in the front row, surrounded by amazing, friendly people? And JD played all the right songs in all the right ways? And he made us put our cameras away and sing with him and really BE there? And it was probably the greatest concert ever? And afterwards I got to hug JD and we had the strangest conversation I thought I’d never have?
Remember that night?
You missed out.