One of my friends recently showed up early to the Widespread Panic concert in Kansas City. One month early.
“I went down to Starlight at 3 pm to tailgate,” said the flustered fan. “I was ready to party. I didn’t realize the concert wasn’t until June,” he said. His yells for “Space Wrangler” echoing against the infinite sadness of an empty venue.
The dreams of nitrous-fueled spinning to epic jams will have to wait. We really need to get him a day planner.