Sent my 16-year-old son and one of his buddies to the Australian Pink Floyd show last night at the Uptown.  Was tempted to join them, as I stood outside and watched everyone filing in.  I mean a real wave of nostalgia damned near carried me through the doors.  But no, I had other plans, and I saw all that stuff in the 70s anyway.

Even so, I told my son to wake me on coming home, so he could tell me all about it.  Just seeing the excitement in his eyes, and listening to his stories, made the $50 tickets worth it.  Yeah, they had a blast.  Good.  Now he’s got one more memory of his own.

The Lt. Dan Band plays on Friday.  I’ll go.  The money serves to benefit kids in Iraq.  Hell yeah I’ll go.