We lined up early for the same show. Your keen eye noticed the age of my haircut. I noticed your rad tattoos and your great smile. You told me your name was like that of a small street. We had a drink and talked about awesome bands and the Peak Performance Project. We were both happy to be weird, it was cool, there was dancing. Then it got crazy in there and you disappeared among the bodies and the beats! My photos didn't turn out any good, but meeting you was a great exposure. Maybe I'll see you again at Bonobo?