Is anything in my life anonymous anymore?

I went to my first show in San Francisco last night. It's been a really long time since I've been to a live show and I think I was really surprised at how homesick it made me feel for Boston. I spent 8 years going to shows and knowing at least a few other people at the show besides the group I was with and running into friends, heading out to parties after the show, meeting new people and last night, for the first time, I knew no one. I was surrounded by hipster kids and marijuana smoke and Canadian indie rock and I knew no one but the man standing next to me.

I've never felt so lonely standing in such a huge crowd.

Nothing against Matt at all; thankfully, I had a great time and really enjoyed the show and was so glad that my first experience at the Fillmore was with him. I'm just so accustomed to sharing experiences like that with a few dozen of my friends and it was just so weird.

I hope I'll get over missing the Boston folks soon but there's never going to be a group like that one out here. They were unique and they're lucky to have each other. I hope they realize that.

Cheers to loving live music.

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