Boston: Concert Report: Corporate America tour

Two notes from driving to New Hampshire, before I get into my actual reportage, which will be weird to read because I'm going to try to write it how I experienced it and the insides of my brain are always a little confusing. Not to mention multitrack and violently overlapping.

One: a truck with a plaque on the back: "If you can read this your tailgating." This hurt. This depresses me so much I have to share it. Other: License plate: DADDIES. One wonders if it was intended to be the plural or a possessive.

( All I want is to have my peace of mind. )

( When we got up on the stage and got ready to play everybody'd listen. )

But hey . . . I wanted you to know.

I had a good time.

I had forgotten.

I had forgotten how much this krupnikas tastes like Big Red gum.

Down to the slightly syrup-tinged aftertaste.

Well, aside from the sinus-purifying grain alcoholness of it.