“One more inch,
You son of a bitch" – me screaming a Guster lyric during their mini-dumpster set finale
This week you may have seen me, no longer ill, clutching a bourbon, in a sea of paunchy Gen Xers, scream-singing lyrics at a group of middle-aged men standing on stage. It happened.
Live music is a tonic for whatever ails you.
Years ago, I fell for the band Guster. They were one of my early Napster downloads and became legendary after a night traveling the streets of Green Bay post-Packers game in UFB's kind-bus.
The first time I bought tickets for them was in 2006. I couldn't go for some reason. Looking through my email receipts, they announced another date in Omaha in late 2016, and I bought tickets for a Feb 5th 2017 show. I remembered this purchase sometime around February 12th.
They came back to town July 2018. I bought those tickets in May. I missed it not because I forgot, but because something came up. The next fall they were back in Omaha with the symphony. I told myself I wouldn't buy tickets until I knew for sure I could go. At some point in the spring, someone said, "did you finally see Guster?" which meant I forgot they were in town again. (this is why you don't hear me screaming on their album, "Omagah!")

You may be wondering, are these guys really that good? Why is he so obsessed with seeing them? I wish I could tell you. Basically, at this point, seeing them is one of my white whales. (or some residual Catholic guilt for all the free downloads I stole from them in 1999)
- In 2020 they were here pre-lockdown, the same week I was in Madrid.
- In 2022 I was injured.
- I don't remember them coming through in 2023.
In late 2024 they announced a livestream of a holiday show. $15. I streamed it. My lovely bride walked in from the cold one night to catch me singing at a full volume TV while the pets cowered in the corner. I didn't care.
Mostly, I didn't want to admit to her that, ever the optimist, I also bought tickets for a February 5th, 2025 show. Their "We Also Have Eras" tour. I kept it a secret until Tuesday.
On Wednesday I woke up to freezing drizzle, which stayed with us through the evening. Treacherous driving conditions. Just one more obstacle to overcome. A final test of my resolve.
I'm happy to report we made it to the show. My first, my lovely bride's second.
It was glorious. I am absolved.
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