Ah, to be young again:to know the feel of wet grass up your crack; to obsess over the 6'5" skinny dude standing in your line of vision; to inhale deeper than necessary of wafting weed smoke and tell yourself it doesn't count; to become confused by Coldplay and Keane's similarities and the differences between Spoon and the Stereo Machines; to not rememeber any Gang of Four songs from 20 years ago though YOU KNOW YOU SHOULD KNOW THEM.....to be young again and to tolerate that much humanity and that much ear-busting sonic reverb in one weekend.

I'll just have to live vicariously through my brother and sister-in-law, who attended last year, and through Bob.