Midnight, on a Wednesday, the lead singer says stick around and have some drinks with us after the show. And I think, why couldn’t I have lived in Seattle when I was young? (I did; I couldn’t afford concert tickets.) This was the kind of concert I dreamed about attending- a new band, a small venue. I could have been right up against the stage from the beginning, shaking hands with the lead singer as he reached out, looking enviously at the old friends he kept pointing out in the crowd. And I definitely would have stayed for a drink.
A Youth that Never Was