The band was set up on 1ft risers in the back of a banquet hall that felt empty when then they took the stage. A few feet from the front I was grinning nervously as house lights dropped... here comes Trey like he's straight out of an NFL pre-game huddle... jumping up and down, completely pumped... except he's all of 120 pounds, scrawny and white as a redhead can be... I seem to remember it as one of those really bad cut off tank tops from back int he day... he's counts out Landlady and just tears into it... Carlos eat your heart out.
Up until this point the only bands I'd seen were arena sized rockers who'd earned their place in the pantheon. Here was this group of what felt like kids not much older than me, completely dedicated, completely ripping, and making it happen... a new thing made new to me right there on stage. Didn't know a single song, but I was swept up. It was new and it was magic and once it was done, I wanted more of it... a lot more.
So 20 years later... good times, bad times... there was a lot more magic and certainly more lows to come. But the feeling still hits me every time the house lights go down. 20 years later... I'm still upside down.