Welcome to Musing Interruptus. Thank you for clicking, thank you for listening. Today, there are people with whom we feel more at home with than others, from one moment to the next, you know there is a before and after that person. I’m going to tell you about one of those instances, the moments leading up to it, and 15 years later.

It was the weekend of June 30th, 2007. My best friend knew I was blue, melancholic even. Heartbroken. He devised a plan to musically reset my brain. Little did he know, so much more would happen. There was a before and after. I remember he called me up: - You have to get out of bed to come with us to a concert. You can’t say no. So, I didn’t say no. He was pulling me out of my funk to go to El Rock Nos Une festival. I packed up my Betty Boop purse with some money, my id, my cell and Riopan, the antacid I never l ...