The huge night that wasn't

Serves me right, for depending on external stimuli for inspiration to get through the last sprint of the year...

Months of expectations, a lifetime of wonderment (who would've thought, back in the 90's when I was in high school and wrote their lyrics all over my assigned wooden desk in homeroom, that they would be alive 20 years later and stop by?) ... And in the end, my own brain sabotages me by concentrating on the bad sound, the lack of visibility and the utter inappropriateness of the venue...

Serves me right... That's life teaching me that the things that inspire-energize you come from unexpected places, at unexpected times. Not when/where you want them to.