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...why I like my job. Since I get out to a lot of places and see a lot of people, I'm bound to run into someone I know once in a while. And sure enough, through a lot of serendipity and such, I ran into an old friend that I haven't seen in years and also have had no luck tracking down.
It was Derrick. Might not mean anything to you, but Derrick and I played in a band many moons ago, and I'll be damned if he hasn't stuck with it all this time. Of course, we reminisced about those days and promised to keep in touch this time. Being at a concert where I was working and he was partying was not conducive to catching up on old times. As promised I called today and Derrick stopped by for a bit. We got out the guitar and the bass (mine anyway) and played a little bit, talked a little bit, and promised each other that we would do it again soon.
Life is good. Hope yours is too.
Of all the shows to hit Cincinnati this year... this is the only one that I would not miss. Tickets arrived... seats are reserved, and I'll be there. Will you? If you don't go, you will never know what you're missing. Seriously. It's like an acid trip without the acid, it's everything you thought a spectacle could be - and you will probably walk out with your eyes and neck muscles twitching from sensory overload.
Hey, if it can convince even the most sheltered, conservative people I know, you'd be a fool to pass on it. Look at it this way: at least you don't have to go to Vegas (or Chicago or Berlin or Boston or New York or ohthehellwithitjustgetonitandgo)!