So I was the naked guy that tried to get on stage last night. My sincerest apologies to anyone I may have bumped, knocked, or generally rustled in my attempt to rage against the dying of the light.

For me, that was the type of show you can’t exactly imagine until it happens, and then it breaks you down to the point of needing to be naked and get on stage, but I digress.

As my friend Jeff said at set break, the first set felt like one, long, big explosion. The jams were those moments of improv where you think the band might be losing their touch, slipping into total dissonance but then WHAM. Pure cohesion, masterful sound control, and peaks that you really haven’t heard before.

The second set is when things really went off the rails for me, but from what I do remember: Disease was astoundingly good and deep. Then to land on Numberline felt like a well earned reprieve from the nonstop onslaught that had taken place this far. “Take my hand” really met me where I was, and began to put me back together…

Until Carini exploded my mind into one million sparkling bits of love dust through which I had to fight against the dying of the light and find my way to the stage. Unfortunately, I chose to do it by sprinting naked with my eyes closed through the crowd without a care for others. I caught the encore from the medical tent, very grateful I was slowing descending back to planet earth.

All in all, my deepest apologies to anyone who had to deal with my nonsense last night, but this show is why we do what we do. And I’ll be taking it easy this evening….hoping for a Sanity opener…

I love this band, I love you all, and I’m grateful for what we have.