Dreams of Broken Spheres
I had multiple, connected dreams about the show last night. Jerry is back and no one cares. Set 1 is only 3 songs that no one has ever heard, and the visuals are effectively a Windows screensaver (just black with a dim purple swirl). They cut it short for an intermission. You guys leave, thinking it resumes the next morning, but I stay and see set 2 which is also only 10 minutes. The band walks through the crowd to exit. I shake their hands and John Mayer tells me “good job.” We realize the Sphere broke and are expecting a refund.