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I spent a very long day recently working a concert.
There will be a pretty extensive post forthcoming on this, but for now this will have to suffice:

I spent half of the day sobbing and sniffling as I worked a show. Not just any show, but a private, small show for one of the legends of rock and roll.

Nobody knew if this gentleman was going to show up for soundcheck. But he did. First. And he stayed until the end.

I was reduced to a puddle from the first instant the band kicked into 'California Girls' it is a bit embarrassing to admit, but this hit me harder than anything has in a very very long time