For the first time ever, a band took the TLA stage promptly. The opening band was fun, though they veered too far in the “pound on that bass, squeaky-singing boy” direction for my liking. After the opening band, we stood around and mocked the people who thought Weezer was going to come on every time a song played over the PA system ended. As musicians and avid concert fans, Gina and I are pessimistic about set-up times in between sets. Our waiting was interrupted by really obnoxious tall people pushing past us to get closer to the stage. I didn’t let anyone else past me except for a random cute girl who was shorter than me. (“Well, if you can’t see over their heads, how am i supposed to?” “Good point. Go for it.”). Suddenly, the song on the PA was cut short and the crowd went wild, only to find that it just meant the CD had been changed. The new CD began with a very familiar riff that was immediately recognized as none other than “Daytripper.” In a surreal moment, the entire crowd began to sing along (rather well) to one Beatles song after another. Gina was having a blast.