The Avett Brothers were awesome last night. I've got pictures and video to put up, but my camera battery died during the show and I was too tired last night to mess with it when I got home. I've seen them three times since April and last night was far and away the best of the three shows. Especially the electric part of the encore. Seeing the almost exclusively acoustic guitar/banjo/upright bass trio move into a drum kit, an electric guitar, and an electric bass was unexpected and really cool.

The crowd was pretty rowdy and made things rough for a couple of the folks in our crew. Even obnoxious morons can't completely ruin an Avett Brothers concert, though, so everybody had a good time ultimately.

Prior to the show I had to speak at a children's retreat in Cincinnati. I was a little worried about making it back in time. Turns out my fears were ungrounded, though, because I was actually at the Dame in time to wait in line with everybody else. Coming back from Cincinnati I drove past Riverbend, where the mystifyingly popular Jimmy Buffet was playing a show. So last night I was momentarily caught in the yin-yang of the concert world. Avett Brothers = the bright, happy word of excellent musicianship and energy. Jimmy Buffet = the dark world of 40-something business types wearing khaki shorts, grass skirts, and smoking their yearly bowl. It almost ripped a whole in my personal space-time continuum.

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