Two firsts on Sunday night: My first Atmosphere show and my first show at legendary First Avenue.
The concert was gravy, because a few hours before the show, I stopped by Fifth Element to buy a shirt. Slug, Atmosphere’s emcee, was hanging out, talking merchandise with the store manager. I have no autograph or picture or cool story to tell. I said, “See you tonight, man.” He said, “Aw, cool, thanks.”
For just a moment, I felt like an 11-year-old girl. I’m rarely star-struck, but that was pretty damn cool.