Guys in the crowd suddenly reverted back to adolescence. They snapped
cell-phone photos, pounded on imaginary drums and sang along to everything from Beautiful Girls and Dance the Night Away to Jamie’s Cryin’.It was exhausting to watch, to listen to, to be in the midst of for more than two hours. But it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. The weak-kneed result is really a testament to the (mostly) veteran band’s almost superhuman energy. The levels were cranked up to ten and never subsided.
The crowd was populated by middle-aged dudes in ball caps, button-downs and slacks, parents with curious kids and the requisite gaggle of breathless females. There were even a few vintage T-shirts and pairs of leather pants.
GOOD NEWS OF THE DAY: I had a fabulous 8 mile run to a gorgeous sunrise this morning and I’m off to give blood now!








