Noise for Naughts

I couldn't talk Gage, 99 or even my roommate who loves "Invisible Touch" into going to this concert with me. I have to go, I don't really have a choice. It was the summer of '82 when I went to my first big rock concert, Genesis at Merriweather Post Pavillion. (This is what happens when you have older brothers who have even older friends.) So it's the 25th anniversary of the heavily milestoned event and I must pay some retrospects.

Fortunately, there's a community service program that involves immersing underprivileged youth into rock culture settings. I signed up for the prog track, of course. I will not have to dance on the volcano alone.

Previously: The Bridges of Prog