The other night, I was sitting at home, not expecting much to happen. I figured I'd watch some TV, eat some potato chips, have a few beers, and call it a night. Then a couple of buddies of mine unexpectedly showed up, telling me that I absolutely had to go with. I couldn't help but agree, due to their incredible enthusiasm.

We were speeding down this windy mountain road in my friends VW Beetle. I didn't think those things could go that fast. They kept playing these guitar based rock and roll songs on the radio. I guess we were warming up for something. What I had no idea.

We finally pulled up to this deserted looking mountain cabin, in the middle of nowhere. There were maybe a couple hundred cars parked outside. We finally found a place to park, and made our way inside. What I saw was surprising, to say the least.

The inside was much bigger than it appeared from the outside. There were these really funky purple curtains hanging from the ceiling, and these really weird psychedelic paintings all over the walls. I thought we had gone through some time warp back to the sixties. Even the people there were dressed like they came straight from a Grateful Dead concert.

Then, all of a sudden, this band appeared out of nowhere. They appeared on this stage, that had a small amount of people mingling around the front. My friends and I pushed our way up to the front, and were lucky enough to see the lead guitar player, who was playing this really wicked acoustic guitar. He was the best guitar player I'd ever heard, either live or recorded.

They started giving out CDs to everybody that was there. I guess they just got this extremely huge recording deal, and were really happy. I was happy to, as it was by far, the greatest concert I've ever seen.