July 14th, 2023
We could not have asked for a better day outdoors than yesterday when we sat down on the grass in Somerset to watch my absolute favorite band, Fall Out Boy.
Until a thunderstorm rolled into town and asked: “You sure about that?”
After three sets under beautiful weather, cold drinks in hand, we had to shelter in place for almost two hours; it was a bizarre experience, kind of fun and exciting and it sparked an unpredictable electricity to the proceedings when FOB finally took the stage well after 10 pm (and wrapped it up right before the midnight curfew).
They blew through 16 smashes (their normal set consists of 28 or so songs) and, honestly, a good time was had by most who stayed (though definitely not all, and definitely not those who left or had paid for pricier seats that turned worthless after the storm).
I’ve lucked out in that I have friends who are very good to go to concerts with; things happen, but we rarely complain or turn hopeless. We roll with it.
I think about all the ways we connect through music, and how it is we find and choose (and stay with) our favorite artists. For over half my life, Fall Out Boy has been my friend; whenever I felt like I couldn’t turn to the people in my life to understand me, there was a FOB lyric or song or record that existed to help me exist.
The relationships we form with the people who make the art that helps us survive are strange; mine borders on healthy obsession (is there such a thing?) and only grows with every new album.
Anyway, we had a blast, and if you’re wondering, we did see your boy tonight.
He was such a gentleman.
The Den 
My husband was at that show! He ended up leaving and not going back. Sounds like you had a fun time regardless.
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