As if you were never a teenaged noob?

I'm assuming your 2 shows in '97 were a lot like mine. Wide-eyed and bushy-tailed. Wondering at these exotic people saying "Six Up" instead of "Five Oh" - marvelling at the ingredients in a Ganja Goo-Ball and reminding yourself not to tell that cute hippie girl how your mom would also toss in a few butterscotch chips to brighten things up a bit. The music was great! Except Bouncin' - such a lame song and you knew you were destined to be more than one of "those people" who just came for Bouncin and Sparkle, lame pop radio megahits that must have been a lot more popular somewhere else, probably out on the west coast. That's probably where they say "Six-Up" too, come to think of it. You saw that look in their eyes. People knew what was real. What was happening. You wanted in.<snip>