Sloan

This was the first Sloan show I ever went to, mere weeks after I moved to Minneapolis.

I moved away three years later, but that had nothing to do with Sloan. Well, maybe tangentially. As I was driving home from work one day, black ice sent my car spinning off the road on a freeway on-ramp. [Weather was a major factor in my eventual move to California.] Neither the car nor I incurred damage, but the car got towed while I went to call for a tow truck.

Because the car got towed before I got back there in the tow truck I called, the hazard lights were never turned off, and because of that, the battery died.

When I finally got the car back, after paying the ransom and getting a jump-start, I turned on the stereo, and Between the Bridges was in the CD player. It started up right at the point in "A Long Time Coming" when Patrick sings, "And there's a bullet with my name on it."

Creepy, eh?

Uh, yeah, anyway, this was a great show, and I especially loved the performance of "Money City Maniacs," a live favorite ever since. Go Sloan!