July 22, 2012: Journey to Tahoe!

Lake Tahoe, NV
Harvey's Outdoor Arena

Fair warning, this is gonna get long and there's a lot of pre-concert (and pre-pre-concert) stuff to cover.

July 2012 and time for my one and only Journey concert for the year. Kind of weird after 8 years of multiple shows, that for the last 6 years I've been a one show a year person, but that's how things are now. That change has meant missing out on seeing a lot of friends and the epic pre-show get-togethers of time gone by, which is always what I loved most about my Journey journeys of 1998-2006. Fortunately, this one show was going to be the one to bring back some of that time. For starters, it meant traveling farther than an hour from my house and included a weekend in Tahoe! This should be great!

When I left work on Friday, I knew I REALLY needed this weekend away. It's been a particularly stressful time at my office the past 4-5 months, and it all caught up with me last week. I needed to get out of there in the worst way. So I was up bright and early Saturday morning, earlier than I even get up for work, loaded up the car and headed off to pick up Cheryl, Leslie, and Emerson for the four hour drive up to Tahoe. When we got underway, I told everyone "I've been stressed out this week, so we're going to listen to my de-stress play list on my iPod on the way up." Since the de-stress playlist is dubbed "Perry Era," no one minded much.

We made good time to Tahoe and got to the condo that Leslie had arranged for us by about 1:00. We hauled our luggage and a few groceries up the 104 steps (at 7,000+ feet no less!) and collapsed in the condo to wait for Darryl and Jenny to arrive before heading to lunch. By the time they got there and got settled, we were trying to figure out what time Jenn and Teresa would arrive and lunch became an early dinner and we headed off to Cabo Wabo to get something to eat and drink. We did kill some of the pre-dinner time by watching a 1980 Journey concert on the big screen TV.

We were joined for dinner by Matt and his wife Wendy, so once Jenn and Teresa arrived from the airport there were 10 of us for dinner and lots of talking and joking and catching up commenced. After dinner, we split up the group staying at the condo -- some to get groceries, some to head back to the condo. We tried to get Cheryl to join the grocery store outing, but she wanted to head back to the condo. This was a problem.

You see, back when the tickets for the show went on sale and everyone picked up their seats, I realized the concert would be a few days before a milestone birthday for Cheryl. I sent a note off to the gang and then Jenn and Teresa took the idea and went running with it. We would have a surprise party for Cheryl before the show. Now, after dinner, Cheryl wanted to go back to the condo. This meant riding with Jenn and Teresa who had gifts and supplies for the party in their car. They told Cheryl their car was parked in a bad spot, so they'd come pick her up rather than have her deal with the hassle of getting to the car. This gave them enough time to move things out of sight. When I returned to the condo from the grocery run, all of those things were put into my car, safely out of the way.

Sunday morning dawned and the 8 of us crammed into the condo got ready to start the day. Cheryl had booked a hotel room for herself for Sunday (which really worked out well for us) and Jenn and Teresa were going to crash with her on Sunday night. They packed up their car and headed off, Darryl, Jenny, and Leslie were headed to the "craft show," and Emerson and I would meet up with everyone at the shops. I don't know where Jenn and Teresa took Cheryl because Emerson and I never caught up with them. Meanwhile, the "craft show" was code for "picking up the balloons and birthday cake."

Around 12:30 Emerson and I headed over to the Hard Rock Cafe to meet up with Leslie and get things set up for the party. We were expecting 20 folks to join us for Cheryl's special day around 1:00, and the guest of honor was set to arrive around 1:15 and would be told that we'd run into the other folks for lunch. Since our tables were exposed to the casino and the surprise would be blown a good 100 feet before Cheryl reached us, we decided to start singing "Happy Birthday" as soon as she was in sight. It went over well, and Cheryl was truly surprised. Almost immediately thereafter, "Don't Stop Believin'" came up on the video screen for the Hard Rock and the 20 or so folks in the group let out a huge cheer.

It was a great pre-show party with friends from near and far. Sue and Marty in from the UK (and after an 8+ hour drive up from San Bernardino where they'd seen the boys the night before) with Barb and Val. Debbie and Renee came up just to help celebrate Cheryl's birthday and managed to snag a couple of tickets to the concert. Les and Barb joined the gang and somehow we lucked into Jon stopping in for a minute to say hello. After a couple hours of chatting and noshing, people began peeling off to get a little rest before the show. Debbie and Renee came back to the condo with us and we were later joined by Matt and Wendy and a couple of bottles of champagne. A good time was had by all.

Back down the hill for the concert where we all scattered a bit as we had different seating options, some opted for the 4 or 5 star packages while others took the less pricey seats. I was sitting by myself, but not far from Matt and Wendy and Debbie and Renee. Loverboy was up first and they went through their 30 minute set fairly well. I can't say I was ever much of a Loverboy fan and though I recognized most of the set, none of it was particularly inspiring.

Pat Benetar came out next, and put on a great show. Way back when I wanted to be Pat Benetar, that tough chick who didn't take anything from anybody. I was up on my feet singing and dancing along through the whole set. Once she was finished, I went off to visit with folks and was watching the sky carefully. Dark clouds were building up and there was a gusting wind coming -- were we in for a mountain storm? Then I noticed there was some smoke in the air -- must be a fire near by.

Now it was time for Journey to take the stage. We'd gotten some advance info on the set list from the folks who'd been to San Bernardino the night before, so I was interested in how it would all play out. The guys came out to some introductory music and then launched into "Majestic," something I've never heard live before, so that was a fantastic way to start it. Launching into "Never Walk Away" next was an interesting choice, but probably a wise one as the crowd was too pumped up with the start of the show to sit down and it has a good energy that everyone stayed on their feet.

There were a lot of different thoughts running through my head during the show and memories upon memories came flooding back about the last 15 or so years and all the adventures in Journeyland. I couldn't get in to "Faith in the Heartland" -- I just have a hard time hearing someone other than Steve Augeri singing it, which I know is REALLY weird since I haven't had any problem with other people singing the songs Steve Perry made famous. I think the difference lies in having met and gotten to know Steve A. a little bit over time where as the closest interaction I've ever had with Steve Perry is nearly walking into him at a SF Giants game in 2010!

That leads me to the next moment -- "Lights" -- since that 2010 World Series season for the San Francisco Giants, they've instituted a sing along in the 8th inning. If the Giants are losing or tied, it's DSB, but if they're winning it's "Lights" so now two of my favorite pastimes are joined very closely. Now when the sing along begins, they helpfully put the lyrics up on the score board and eventually it gets to "Air Guitar Solo." Naturally, that's what popped in my head when the band launched into the song about my hometown.

It was the final third of the show that really got to me though. First "Escape" came up and on the video screens behind the band came that album cover. I'm sure I said something like this last year, but seeing that cover hit me really hard. That album was such an important part of my teenage years and to this day gets me through both the highs and lows of life. The stress of the last few months caught up with me too and I burst into tears. Seriously? "Escape" is not a song that moves me to tears, but there I was crying. "Open Arms" was up next and gave me moment to recollect myself, but there were still memories flooding back of all the things that I had experienced because of and with this band over the last 15 or so years. "Separate Ways" came up next and, bam, I'm crying again. Now I'm thinking of all the friends I've made and the good times we've had, but especially of the ones that have drifted away through the vagaries of time and space. I make a mental note to send off a couple of emails to people I haven't talked to in a while, just to check in and see how things are going. And I'm appreciating the fun weekend that I've been spending with my friends, but I'm also really missing one. The whole weekend I had been thinking that Darla really should be there and enjoying the party and that she's not really isn't fair. On top of it, she would have had a milestone birthday this year too and that we didn't get to have a great big bash just stinks.

"Be Good to Yourself" was next and this has long been one of my personal anthems. I kept crying right through this one too, but with a smile on my face. Gotta remember to take care of me every once and a while. This weekend was part of it, my vacation next week will be more. The guys closed up with "Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'." Of course they did. I'd been remembering lots of good times with Darla -- all nighters watching Journey videos, scrambling around putting the JPP events together, just hanging out and talking. So, naturally, they end the main set with Darla's favorite song. More crying. Yet I'm laughing at myself too. It was just one of those nights.

I pulled myself together for the encore of "Any Way You Want It" and "Don't Stop Believin'." The gang all met up briefly after the show and we said our goodbyes. As always, it went much too fast and not nearly enough time to talk to everyone as much as I'd have liked too -- especially Sue and Marty who I hadn't seen in 6 years since they graciously let me stay with them for a few days while traveling through England.

Driving home from work tonight, with my "de-stress" playlist on full bore in the car, "Why Can't This Night Go on Forever" came on and that's what I felt this weekend, and every other weekend adventure with the crazy Journey buddies. Time flies much too fast.

Set list:

Majestic
Never Walk Away
Ask the Lonely
Chain Reaction
Only the Young
Faith in the Heartland
Faithfully
-Neal solo-
Stone in Love
Edge of the Blade
Lights
City of Hope
Wheel in the Sky
Escape
-Jon solo-
Open Arms
Separate Ways
Be Good to Yourself
Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'

Encore:
Any Way You Want It
Don't Stop Believin'

October 15, 2011: Long Time No Journey

Mountain View, CA
Shoreline Amphitheater

Better late than never right?

This past Saturday I took in my one and only Journey show of the year. So different from the way things were a few years ago when my minimum Journey concerts per year was 4. But things change and we move on and I took in just my third show since Arnel joined the band.

In all honesty, I think I was looking more forward to seeing Night Ranger and Foreigner than I was to Journey. The new album has failed to capture me at all. The songs aren't bad, but there's nothing that jumped out at me and made me say "wow, I love this!" which has almost always been a normal response for me. So, both albums featuring Arnel sit on the shelf (Revelation more for too many bad memories associated with it than for the tunes, some of which I do like.)

The thing that I've missed most since I cut back my Journey touring is seeing the many friends I made over the 8 years I spent dashing from one end of the country to another (and even a couple of other countries!) So I was glad to spend some time before the show began with friends for dinner. I met up with Frank, Cheryl, Karyn and Joe, and Jebber (Jim) in all the way from the UK, plus a few of Frank's friends whose names I've forgotten and hung out over some tasty sandwiches and chatted before heading out to the show. Once arriving we met up with Emerson, Leslie, Debbie, and Scott and then found Hope when we got inside. It was great to see Debbie and Scott at the show -- they were two of the first folks I met way back in '98 when this whole crazy scene began and it was so nice to catch up a little bit. (Now if Kevin had joined us then it would have been a total '98 reunion!) Debbie brought her son along and the last time I'd seen him he was in elementary school and stood about waist high to me -- he's 20 now and much taller! Where did the time go?

I was actually sitting with Scott and we got really good seats about 7 rows from the stage near the center aisle. Debbie, Leslie, Cheryl, and Emerson had all bought 4-star seats for a nice amount more than we paid and were more or less in the same spot we were, just more center stage. I forgot to ask just what they got for that extra $$$!!! We made it inside with a few minutes to spare before Night Ranger hit the stage about 10 minutes early. A fun but too short set followed. I really wished they'd played longer.

Set change and Foreigner took the stage. Or I should say the best Foreigner tribute band I've ever seen took the stage. I knew going in that Mick Jones was the only original member left in the band, but not even he was there Saturday night! They were good, but still, no original band members??!! I wondered how many folks there knew what they were seeing. Kelly Hansen, the new singer, was quite good and climbed out in to the audience a couple of times -- once stopping almost dead in front of Leslie and Cheryl. I know Leslie enjoyed that!

On to the Journey set. I loved the stage set up -- very slick and headline material. Was surprised to see Arnel had cut his hair (you can tell how much I've been following the band lately that I hadn't noticed that on the CD sleeve!) He definitely looked more "rock star" than the previous two times I've seen him. I would have had a great view of the stage all night if not for the guy in front of me who felt that every moment of the show was a Kodak moment and had his camera up for large chunks of the show. I like that you no longer have to come up with creative ways to smuggle a camera in to shows these days, but when you had to be discreet about photography you didn't have to deal with obstructed views. Anyway, this meant I didn't see much of Arnel between the combination of his shortness and MY shortness and CameraMan. Saw a lot of Ross and Deen. Ross looked much better than the last couple of times I've seen him, so that was good. Still hate Deen's hair. Jon and Neal were mostly obscured by either my seat angle (Neal) or CameraMan (Jon.) Kinda defeats the point of having a "good" seat doesn't it?

The set list was mostly the "dirty dozen" with only one new tune thrown in. Cheryl told me they had done more earlier in the tour. I know that story well, but honestly, unlike years past I wasn't too disappointed. There were no huge highlights for me, though when they played "Escape," with the eponymous album cover flashing on the screens behind the stage, I couldn't help but think how much I love that album, even 30 years later. A lot of the magic of a Journey show has gone out of it for me, but there is always the music I've known and loved for the better part of my life and it will never go away. So Saturday I reflected more about all the joy and friendships I have made since that fateful day 15 years ago when Trial By Fire was released (yes Journey fans, can you believe it we are just days away from the 15th anniversary of the failed reunion that started it all?) and I discovered the amazing online community of fellow Journey freaks. Wouldn't trade that for anything.

OH! How could I forget! There was a "highlight" of sorts. I knew from friends reports that Neal had taken to giving away guitars at some shows. Saturday was no different. Though instead of the guitar going to a kid as has been the case most nights, this guitar went to someone entirely different. I didn't actually notice when Neal went up the wings during one of his solos (and I honestly can't remember which song -- "Wheel in the Sky" maybe?) until Scott nudged me to look over. There, eagerly awaiting Neal, was his new girlfriend. For those of you buried under a rock, Michaele Salahi, notorious White House crasher/reality show "star" has run off from her husband and hooked up with Neal. So there she stood and Neal hands her the guitar and we got to witness an overly enthusiastic PDA. YUCK! Can't unsee that no matter how much I'd like to. Oh the foolishness.

As always, the night ended much too soon and we all said our goodbyes and headed home. Until the next time...

October 23, 2010: Hit Men All-Stars and NLCS Game 6

Lake Tahoe, NV
Harrah's South Shore Room

Saturday was a long day. It was fabulous, it was exciting, it was very memorable, but it was a long day.

Getting ready Friday night to head up to Tahoe and see Steve Augeri perform with a group of veteran session musicians, I discovered I had left my cell phone at work. Great. That meant getting up at 6:15 so I could leave the house by 7, drive to work, get my phone, and bring my car in for an oil change by 8. The 45-minute oil-change, turned into a three and a half hour brake job, thus wiping out any chance of taking care of a couple of errands before heading to a birthday party for one of my closest and oldest friend's 5-year old daughter not to mention not being able to make an appearance at the party at all. Guilt trip galore.

Once the car is ready to go, I have just enough time to fill the gas tank and grab some water and trail mix at the gas station so I have SOME kind of food in me before making the 4 hour drive to South Shore. I picked up Leslie around 12:30 and we were on the road. I had expected that on the drive up we'd be listening to my beloved Giants playing the Phillies in the National League Championship Series. The game was supposed to be at 12:30 local time, but because there was no American League game the start got pushed back to 5:00. Great. Won't be able to listen to it, won't be able to watch much of it. Sigh.

Leslie and I made pretty decent time up to Tahoe, only hitting traffic in Davis, and arrived shortly before first pitch... uh about a quarter to five. We quickly checked in, freshened up and headed up to Darryl and Jenny's room to meet up with folks and some pre-dinner cocktails. It was fantastic to see Lorraine in from KC with her sister Karyn along with some of the local Nor Cal gang. It was also fantastic to see the TV was on and I could catch the first couple of innings. I warned the Journey buddies that I was not the greatest of company when my Giants are in the playoffs, so my frequent distraction and minor panic attacks weren't going to alarm anyone during the course of the night. (Conversely, it turns out, hanging with the Journey buddies prevented me from having the several major panic attacks, two strokes, and heart attack I would have had if I'd watched the game as I normally would have.)

Teresa and Jenn joined us and we all headed down to Cabo Wabo for dinner. We were met by Matt and his girlfriend, but unfortunately we weren't able to reach Debbie, Krystal, and Renee before dinner so had to wait until show time to see them. We were waiting to be seated at Cabo Wabo long enough for me to catch another half inning of the game and see the Jonathan Sanchez meltdown and subsequent tough-guy posturing by both teams. Not long enough though for me to see how the inning turned out (from all reports, it was epic!) You see, our group was too large for the main restaurant area where the TVs were clearly visible, so we were seated in the larger group area where there were NO TVs. Argh. Fortunately, I wasn't the only one at the table who was interested in the game (though I suspect I was the most crazed about it) and by peeking through the glass wall I could at least see some of what was happening on one of the TVs. Couldn't tell the score, couldn't tell the inning, but got a sense of who was up and, since the whole casino was packed with Giants fans, could tell if anything critical happened by the response coming from the bars. It also helped that Chris's husband Charles went out once and a while and got updates and that Matt had his iPhone and could check updates. The game was tied at 2-2 when we arrived for dinner, and remained so throughout.

Showtime was 7:30, so we headed up to the showroom around 7. Everyone got separated a bit as some folks had to go grab their tickets or freshen up, and I found myself alone at the big projection screen TV outside the South Shore Room with enough time to watch the bottom of the 6th inning. Minor panic attack, but my Giants got through it, game still tied.

Inside the venue, the whole gang was seated in the first 6 rows on the same side of the stage, and it was like you would expect at any Journey show pre-2006. Hugs and laughs and picture taking and just a grand ole time. When we asked a fellow sitting near by to take the group picture he asked "What is this, a family reunion?" We said yes. I turned my mind off baseball (mostly) and focused on the gig.

Now, when the line up of the show was finally posted, I looked at it and thought "who?" Aside from Steve, the only guy on the bill whose name I recognized was Mark Slaughter, but the resumes of each member was impressive. Between the 7 or 8 guys they had played with almost everyone in rock and roll. I had no idea what the show was going to be like other than a bunch of guys covering classic songs -- should be fun, and I get to see Steve perform for the first time in 5 years (something that shocked me when I realized it.)

The band came out and everyone but Steve was on stage as they launched in to Dire Straits' "Money For Nothing." The Journey gang was up on their feet with applause while the other 250 or so people sat quietly. Yeah, looked like we were going to be the rowdy part of the crowd. As the band went into "Walk This Way," it was clear that each guy would be the featured singer covering songs from bands they had played with. Our little group was up and down singing and dancing along. As there were some vacant seats near the stage, people shifted around and just started having a grand ole time. We could see Steve sitting on a stool off to the right side of the stage waiting patiently for his turn to come out. Jenn, Teresa and Leslie, being in the front row could see the set list and gave those of us a few rows back a heads up when Steve was due out. Just before he was due out, Matt turned around and showed me his iPhone. Giants lead 3-2 in the 8th inning, Tim Lincecum on to pitch. Oh. My. God!

Steve came out about half way through the show and the Journey gang not already in the front row headed up to the stage screaming wildly. Matt showed me his phone again. Bottom of the 9th. One out. Giants still lead 3-2. AIEEEE! Steve and the guys launched in to "Separate Ways" and I started my series of concert calls to friends who couldn't make it. It was great to hear him sing again and our little group was joined by people further back in the crowd and we got the joint rocking. They followed up with "Lights" (good pick since Tahoe this time of year is filled with mostly folks from Nor Cal getting away for the weekend) and then finished his 3-song set with "Don't Stop Believin'." I made my way back to my seat in the 4th row and as "Sultans of Swing" began a guy in the front row and Matt both turned around and said "Giants win!" I responded by screaming wildly and completely out of context with what was happening on stage. Who cares -- joy and enthusiasm are great any time any where!

I did have to smile to myself at how fitting that DSB was the song I heard right before the Giants win. For those of you who haven't seen or heard, DSB has become a little of an anthem for the Giants. True, the White Sox used it first in 2005. True, the dreaded Dodgers play it in the 8th inning of every home game. But Journey is a San Francisco band and Steve Perry is a Giants fan and has led the crowd in DSB a few times in the last couple of weeks. Which has led to a GREAT DSB parody. It was great to hear it at such an appropriate moment.

The band rocked on, as did we, and more excellent covers were performed. These guys aren't big money rock stars, but they were rock solid musicians and did an amazing job covering everything. Steve came out again for the finale ("Any Way You Want It") which had everyone going nuts. A quick one song encore, and the show was over a little after 9. An early night to be sure. One of the guys (Mark Slaughter maybe?) said the band would be at Cabo Wabo after the show, so our little gang gathered together and headed back downstairs to the Cabo Wabo bar where we were periodically greeted with people randomly starting a "Let's Go GI-ANTS" chant. I made the appropriate hand clapping response every time.

We hung around the bar for a couple of hours and listened to the house band -- a fairly adequate group of guys and fine for what it was. One by one the "All Stars" made their way to the bar where they were greeted by a handful of folks (mostly our little group) for quick autographs and photos. The only fellow who didn't have a lead vocal during their show arrived just as the house band was starting a Tom Petty tune. He walked over to where we were sitting by a half wall behind the band, leaned over and said to the band "Lemme show you how it's done" and took on the first verse of the song. Steve took forever to arrive, but he finally did and most of our group got at least a quick hello. When the house band took a break, some of the "All Stars" took the stage and played a few songs. It was loud and goofy, but lots of fun.

When the house band came back, it was close to midnight, so we all headed back up to Darryl and Jenny's room for some more conversation. The party broke up around 2 and we made plans to meet for breakfast at 8:30 as Leslie and I had to hit the road by 10. Sunday morning came all too fast and it was nice to relive the night before heading for home. It was a wet ride and Leslie and I were pooped, but it was worth the trip. Steve Augeri and the Giants win the pennant all in one night. Yup, well worth it.

Set List:

Money for Nothing
Walk This Way
More Than a Feeling
Go Your Own Way
Amanda
Don't Tell Me You Love Me
Sister Christian
Separate Ways
Lights
Don't Stop Believin' (The Giants win the pennant!)
Sultans of Swing
Fly to the Angels
Tear It Up
Don't Stop
Sweet Emotion
Love in an Elevator
Any Way You Want It

Encore:
Smokin'

August 15, 2010: Amazing Acoustic Show!

Saratoga, CA
Mountain Winery

Okay, so I'm a week behind, but it's been a crazy week and finally have some relaxing downtime. Last Sunday I headed out to Saratoga and the beautiful venue that is the Mountain Winery. It's a bit of a hassle to get to nestled as it is in the hills, but it's a gorgeous venue with a view that's worth the drive. I met up with Leslie and Emerson for dinner and we carpooled up to the show.

I've seen Matchbox 20 a couple of times and this would be my third Rob Thomas solo show, so I thought I had a pretty good idea what to expect. Neither Leslie nor Emerson had seen him (and, weirdly, informed me they didn't like Matchbox 20 but liked the solo stuff) so they were a little surprised when the first thing I did was head to the merch booth to purchase a USB wristband. You see, all of Rob Thomas's and MB20s shows are available on a flash drive immediately after the concert. Having passed on this opportunity last time, when Carlos Santana showed up for the encore, well, let's just say I wasn't going to miss out again.

It was the first time either Leslie or Emerson had been to the Mountain Winery since the remodel in 2008, so they were impressed with the changes. It was always a fairly intimate venue, but the sight lines and the bowl seating left something to be desired. The wholesale remodel improved the sight lines and the capacity while still maintaining the intimacy. Pretty neat trick. Thus even our seats mid-way up the General Admission bleachers didn't feel too far removed from the stage.

When we got to our seats and saw the stage we were a bit puzzled. There were a couple of chairs, a couple of guitars, and a grand piano. Huh? Where's the rest of the gear? There's usually a huge band, what's going on? Maybe they'll bring more stuff out after the opener?

Well, after suffering through a mildly humorous comedian, Rob took the stage with just two backing musicians. Turns out the whole tour is a stripped down (mostly) acoustic show! WOW! The songs just at their bare bones with Rob singing. Since my favorite songs of his are mostly the ballads, this was going to be a dream gig for me. And it was pretty magical.

The set list was a mixture of solo and Matchbox tunes with a handful of covers thrown in. He hit all my favorite tunes including "Now Comes the Night" which he hasn't done in previous solo shows and did a fantastic job on "Crazy" -- a timeless classic. That alone was worth the price of admission, but hearing some of the rockier songs slowed down and made quieter was fantastic. Sometimes keeping things simple just makes it all that much better. Combine it with the feel of the Mountain Winery and it was just a soothing and joyful show.

Rob's voice was just amazing through out the show and his on stage anecdotes were told with a great sense of humor and humanity. Going to as many shows as I do, I'm sure much of the patter is the same night to night, but there is a huge difference between telling stories that feel rehearsed and repetitive (hello, Kevin Cronin) and ones that feel genuine and Rob's tales felt like it was the first time they were being told. It's a skill.

The show lasted about 2 hours but with no surprise special guests (and in this type of show it would have been really weird to all of the sudden plug in with Carlos Santana anyway.) And best of all, is I've been enjoying all of it over and over again every day this week which has been great keeping my stress level under control this past week.

On to the easiest set list ever compiled!:

Mockingbird
Sleep Til the War Is Over
When the Heartache Ends
Ever the Same
Bent
Dear Joan
3 A.M.
Crazy
Getting Late
Streetcorner Symphony
Now Comes the Night
Lonely No More
Her Diamonds
Someday
Disease
Unwell
You Won't Be Mine
Time After Time
Smooth
This Is How a Heart Breaks
Bright Lights