It was hard to find a lyric for this post. Seemed odd to pick one that focuses on the until-3:30-a.m. drive back from Madison instead of the concert that brought us there, but by heck the lyric game is firmly established as the new thing that is cool. Anyway - here's a picture of me from yestereve:


I've already blogged nostalgic about how I wish the Storyhill-listening experience could be what it once was, so I won't go over that ground again (unless there's interest, I guess; I am getting to the point of being desperately short on blogging ideas). They're not blow-your-eyeballs-out-of-the-back-of-your-head amazing anymore, but still good enough and more than good enough to make 7 hours of driving completely worthwhile. Plus, I've put enough Storyhill Nerd groupie time now that they know me and I get to hang out with them before and after the show and discuss things like how lame NACA is and John's new CD project (Psalms set to music).

I'll let the picture fill in the other 814 words.