Katherine and I went to a concert in Allen, Texas, yesterday evening. When we bought the tickets, we thought (or rather, assumed) that Peter Frampton would be the main act and Steve Miller Band the opening act. Nope. To our chagrin, we got there halfway through Frampton's eight-song set. To make things worse, we left about halfway through Steve Miller's long set—before he played his biggest hits. Not a good night. If I may complain about one more thing, why must the volume in concerts be so high? It was actually painful. I could feel the sound bouncing off my chest.
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