Friday night: So have you ever had a ticket with a seat no., and you're at a restaurant up the street from the concert venue, and the doors open at 7:30, but all at the table agree that we shouldn't rush - after all, our seats are good, why mix with the hoi polloi. And then you arrive, and of course you indulge in a preventive pee, because who wouldn't, and then you hear murblelings of "general admission general admission general admission" and the show starts in 5 minutes, and as you've been waiting in line to pee all the last-minutes have been streaming in and where do we end up but in the next-to-last row in the freakin Bronson Centre and let me tell you that place was not built with staggered seating-everyone gets a good view in mind...

But that was the only bad part of it. Sarah Harmer [1]and her band played, and it was sweet, pure, and lovely. I'm not a musical sort, but I can tell when musicians are playing a mean instrument. And these people were good. They ended by coming up to the front of the stage and singing Deep in the Valley with no mics - gorgeous, haunting. I'm sure Dan can describe the concert more, so I'll leave it at that. Afterwards we met them, thanks to superagent Jack Ross of The Agency Group [2], and they were gracious, interested, and friendly. Each of them posed with a bulb, and it looked good on them!