I remember trying to capture this, hoping that I got it. When I saw it import in iPhoto early Friday morning, I jumped up and let out a small whoop.
Yeah, I’m a dork.
I’m still having a hard time fully grasping that I drove three-and-a-half hours round-trip for what amounted to be a forty-minute set. It honestly doesn’t faze me, though; it was good music, I got to see a bunch of people I don’t often get to see [including Caedmon’s Call’s Cliff Young, whom I never see outside of CC shows], I got a good recording [other than this cut that I induced that I’ll self-flagellate over for another week or more], and a good bunch of photos that I liked.
It’s not like I was going to do anything cool on a Thursday night anyway.