100 Monkeys Indiana Fans
 
The Liquid Zoo Tour started for me in my own back yard...finally.  It started with a great show.  It started with some reunions with fans last seen months before.  It started with surprising level of recognition from the band.  It started perfectly in Indy.

It ended perfectly in Kansas City.

 
 
It is a good thing that St. Louis started with great people in line in addition to all of the confusion at the venue.  What time are doors opening?  We don’t know.  Where are VIPs lining up?  Just here.  No, if they are over 18, go in there and if they are under 18 go over there.  No, all VIPs line up over there; the bar is just for early entry after the VIPs.  Where are M&G winners going?  Just hang outside.  Get passes at will call.  No.  Get passes in there with the VIPs and just stay there. Eh....I don’t know. We were a Keystone Kops movie waiting to happen.

 
 
Don't tell the band, but Orlando was about something other than their concert for me.

It was about butterbeer.
 
 
Nashville was what I have lovingly referred to as the "stupid concert" in my list to attend.  I drove 4.5 to Nash on Monday to drive 4.5 back on Tuesday to hop a plane Wednesday to get to Orlando.  Nashville was kind of a ridiculous decision, but I found the words, "Okay...I'll see you in Nashville" coming out of my mouth before I could stop them in Chicago.
 
 
I didn’t pay any attention when the people from the Dharma Initiative used “namaste.”  I was smart enough to figure out that it was some kind of greeting and I wasn’t curious enough about that part of the show to dig deeper.

 
 
 
 
 
 
As a webmaster, I failed you at the Spencer Bell Legacy Concerts on Saturday. As a person, I had THE time of my life.

I was in a zone almost from the moment I entered Trees.  It was a mix of newfound freedom and brilliant art and passionate people that intoxicated me far beyond the effects of alcohol.  I found myself not crowded in the front row for the first time in many shows, and I used the space to DANCE.  I sang and swayed and jumped and laughed.  If my first SBL concerts had yielded a certain intimidation for me, this was whatever would be the opposite.  Exuberance.  That was what this was.  It was a celebration.  Of life.  Of friendship.  Of hope.

For me, it was game changing.


 
 
How do I even start?

The Spencer Bell Legacy Concerts are different.  They aren’t just Monkeys shows.  They aren’t about individuals or band members or your favorite songs or getting pictures.

That is because Spencer Bell was different.  He wasn’t just a band member.  He wasn’t just a songwriter or composer or musician or friend.  He was more to those who knew him, and now – for the initiated – Spencer Bell is a legend.

When you have only just started to hear the stories and learn the words and meet the people, what do you say about a legend?

How do I even start?


 
 
I have been avoiding writing this.  

I am usually good with words, but they have failed me regarding Tampa.  I have become certain that is because the events surrounding that show were largely of great personal significance and of nearly zero public import.  Disappointment in misjudging people.  An unexpected smile of remembrance.  Awareness of an impending breech of self-esteem.  Onset of the flu.  These things all mattered greatly to me, but are not at all blog-worthy.

So this will be brief and factual.