Highlights for this guy were a solid “Rock” (alas, not “Solid Rock”), Rebirtha>Ribs ‘n’ Whiskey in the 1st. While the meat of the 2nd - the jam out of Papa Johnny Road (Papa Freaking Johnny Road was strong-to-quite strong)>Arleen>I’m Not Alone>Tie Your Shoes - was the balls. Yes, I said “the balls.” And the City Of Dreams encore had me thinking, “OK, WHEN will I see these guys again?” (The town drunks at Phantasy Panic are saying Radio City two nights in July).

Other random thoughts:

Jimmy Herring’s head and face is now 94% covered in long, lustrious hair.

The venue ran out of beer.

The guy in front of me was wearing the EXACT same thing as JB: White shirt, black jeans, black cowboy boots. It was kind of disorienting, for some reason.

From the balcony, I felt the crowd - for a Saturday night show where tickets were uber-scarce at a place where THEY RAN OUT OF BEER - was pretty dead. I especially noticed it at the end of the 2nd and before the encore.

Did I mention that they ran out of beer??? At no time was the bar ever anything less than packed three-deep. This dude next to me bought six beers (and a white wine??) served in plastic cups and somehow managed to carry all of them back to his friends. They must teach a course in beer transportation at Georgia, Auburn, and Sewanee. I love Panic fans.

The “throw me a fire” lighter toss during Big Wolly Mammoth seems to have, thankfully, fallen out of favor.

That’s all I got. Anyone else there?