A few months ago, I was listening to the radio in the mid-afternoon. The DJ announced a show that had just been booked for Columbus, and the 9th caller would win a pair of tickets. If you’re like me, you want to win, even if you don’t know the band or care that much. Of course, I was the 9th caller. That show was Saturday, and uh, it was incredible!

If you follow my Twitter, you may have saw that I hated the opening band. They had no melody to their songs. There was just nothing that sounded like they were trying to speak to me or get my attention. It was more about ‘look at the wierd sounds I can make with this pedal” and “see how crazy of a guy I am?” I almost left then.