For a while, it's kind of a lark.

I've talked about seeing this band a-ha, live in concert.

You might know the song, take on me, take me on.

And whenever I bring up seeing them, people are like, aha, that one hit, one hit, they still

around, and they're from ice under something, Norway.

They're from Norway.

Where's Norway?

You're corny, dude.

Whatever.

Then I hear they're going to be in Napa, not too far from Oakland, a new friend who somehow

has never heard of them either, I convinced her to go with me.

And we arrive, and there's a sea of happy, as far as I can see, filing into the outdoor

theater, grinning, laughing, everybody, electric with anticipation, in the rumble of the bass,

the shouting, stage lights flash on, and like they're stepping out of my childhood through

the smoke, aha, scrolls onto stage, and along with 5,000 of my newest closest friends,

I lose my mind, I'm jumping, singing blue skies, blue skies, blue skies, it is crazy,

I didn't even pick on new songs, but I know these songs, every word, seared into my mind

from a different age.

Singing the boys adventure tale, I'm loving it, I'm grinning at my friend who's laughing

at my joy at these songs she's never heard, and I don't know why, I don't see it coming,

I don't.

This thing I know I'll be hunting high and low, high, there's no end, I'm staggered,

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