I’m not saying the Press-Telegram is guilty of inaccuracy in journalism, it’s just that when I was standing there, I really wasn’t there. I wasn’t fully tuned into what a special moment I was experiencing.

Instead, I was wondering, “when will it get started?” When it took an hour for them to play 3 songs, I was thinking, “Oh my God, how late are we going to be here?” After 4 hours, I started thinking, “My feet hurt, I wish there was somewhere to sit down.”

It took me about 24 hours of reflecting and listening to Alone II numerous times to realize, I experienced a freaking miracle this week and I missed the whole damn thing while it was happening.

Luckily, I can choose to be present at any moment. So, right now I’m pretty jazzed about the fact that someday, after lots of people realize how cool this CD is, and, after I see the video or hear the edited, publicized recording from that night, I’m going to be able to say, “I was at this show. Only 125 people were there, and I was one of them.” I need to take a moment to soak that in. Thanks for your cooperation.

Oh, by the way, the good thing is, I was there to write a story for the LAist, that’s why I hung in there ’til the bitter end and tried to pay close attention and take good notes. To read my write-up and see the entire photo gallery, visit www.laist.com.