Keep going, Sister. Just keep on. It is what it is.

Huh? Fine.

And I appreciate that the experienced was personalized. Times when I wish I could see one of the greats before I die, I'll bear in mind just what that experience would be like, and let it go.

Admit it. This sort of thing is bullshit. Maybe reserved seating had earphones that directly plugged into a special transmission so that the music, and the man, could be heard and appreciated for what they are. By what rationale does my comment indicate that my life is lacking joy? What joy would I have had at…

You mean they shut up enough to hear it?

Especially if you wanted to hear him, and not be stuck in a sing-a-long.

Yup. Too often it is more of a shaming annoyance than an inspiration. But, ultimately, I don't really want him, or any of them to tone it down, although it pisses me off that they got away with so much and are still okay, and they won't tell us how, although having more money than god certainly helps. And, they…

What the daughter experienced had nothing to do with music.