[Edit: Hey, sorry, guys. Didn't realize we'd added a third page of posts. I'm still a little out of it. Be prepared, people: better lay in some Kleenex. OK, full disclosure: I bawled like a baby through the entire second half of the show. It was like...what comparison would be apt...well, I don't want to overstate the case, but it was one of those nights I'm going to remember for a long, long time.]
The show *flew* by. I didn't look at my watch once, which is sort of unheard-of for me at a concert. Not that I don't enjoy live sets, just I'm not usually in a trance, not believing what I'm getting to see.
I liked Fiction Plane a lot, in contrast to the mucho grumbling I'd been hearing from people. Joe's voice is his own, no matter how much genetics seems to be playing a part. Their stuff isn't as polished as The Police, but then they haven't had 25 years to work up their material. I predict great things out of Joe.
FP played a set at a store somewhere at noon today, but I was too zonked out to make it. Gina saw the last four or five songs and said there were only about 20 people there. Wish I'd got myself over there. I guess I'll get to see 'em again tonight, though. Going to buy their album this evening.
Wonder when Sting's daughter Coco will get an album deal. The stuff on her Myspace page is terrific.
OK, drinking coffee...must work up energy level to go scream my head off at another show...
Then gotta go Ebay tix for Louisville and Atlanta. I'm also going to pick up another somewhere, probably.