I finally saw the Twilight Singers after years of longing and preperation. I traveled up to the 9:30 this past Friday. Greg looked like the bastard I knew he'd be. The crowd was small, the liquor flowed and the cigar was lit. It was a fantastic time. Since the lady love couldn't make it, due to her driving across the country to her new home, Wes went to the show with me. The highlight of the evening was definitely the cover of Springsteen's "I'm on Fire". I am still pleased. 