I'm not sure where else to put this, but this seems about right.
Through the magic of the internet, I found what year I went to this concert:
That night, I bought this T-shirt
It's now old and crappy, and I only throw it on as part of my random rotation of things to wear around the house. A couple of times, I've made the mistake of wearing it to the local barber shop, where my 70-year old barber woman says (each time) "Oh, I love Jeff Beck!". I think the first time I tried to clarify that - while I also love Jeff Beck - this was "Beck", of "Loser" fame; which yielded a blank look. So the next time, we just talked about Jeff Beck.
Well today, I was taking my lunchtime walk down our street with our dog Tali, when a Consolidated Communications (Fidium) bucket truck came up over the rise in the road, aimed right at us. So the dog and I got turned around, and headed back to the house. But the truck followed us to the cul-de-sac, and after turning around, the driver opened his window. He was trying to find a road in the area, where the "north" part comes off one street, and the "south" part comes off a different street.
Anyway, after clearing that up, he put the truck in gear, and just as he was ready to head out, says (with a big smile) "I like your shirt!". Of course, I had to look down to remember what I was wearing, and sure enough, it's the Beck shirt. And then he says "That's Glenn Beck, right?" As he started to pull away, I was laughing so hard I could only say "uh, no", wave, and then walk back down my driveway. WTF!?
