Well, really, Live on the Levee in greater detail.
We got to the levee and parked in the parking garage, then we went off exploring. Of course, the first thing we noticed was that we could have parked on the levee as we had in our youth. Why does no one park on the levee anymore?
We discovered barges on the Misssippi carry nuclear waste from one barge parking lot to another. You know (Gary knows) it's nuclear waste because it's covered.
That just screams radioactive.
Then as we wandered we spotted a house that had washed ashore. If anyone is looking for a house there's one washed up under the Poplar Street bridge. There's some activity going on down there. I'm thinking it's home for a lot of homeless.
Wandered back to hear a little of the opening band (we'd already missed friend Kevin's band, because they went 5:30-6:30), got some truly horrible food at a kiosk with a strong smell of horse (we looked around for the horse, and it only just occurred to me they might have been serving it out of a horse trailer).
Gary had steered us into the area in front of the stage, not the comfy area where could sit on the arch steps. It makes no sense that Gary is a bigger fan of Guster than Leonard Cohen while I, eight years younger, just got orchestra seats to LC at the Fox (thanks to either .75 or Carter, I don't know which code I used). I played LC while we drove downtown and Gary complained bitterly ("So what if the words are great? I can't even make out what he's saying, he's so raspy."). Then he argued that Frank Sinatra was in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame too and we never went to see him.Then I pushed him out the door and he's dead on the highway. Wait - no, you already know we were standing in the Mosh Pit.
The kids in the Pit were joking about moshing. They were huge Brian fans (the drummer who pees BLOOD because he drums with such commitment) and they had a sign that read "Let Brian Sing." (The RFT called out their sign in this article.)
I am ashamed to say this, and I should have been far more mature, and I will try never to behave so disrespectfully in public again, but I had to mimic the kid in front of us who was not only singing along but emoting along with the band. He was singing, he was selling it, and he was making eye contact and selling it to his friends. Clutching his heart and crooning to the girls he came with. On reflection I'm sure it was self-mockery, or AI-mockery. But at the time I had to turn to Gary and point to myself and to him with every "I" and "You" in "Amsterdam."
And finally, someone told the band to go to the City Museum on their day off and Ryan evidently loved it. When I was there it wasn't finished, evidently, it had the plane (warning: that would be the plane visitors are found having sex in) and the slide but not the Ferris Wheel or anything on the roof. At any rate, he was delighted enough with it that he made up a little song that then turned into the rap at the beginning of this video.
Gary was just blissful during all of it. Very worthwhile.