I enjoyed the benefit of not only seeing my good friends on stage, but also of getting free merch from my friends that happen to be in a band. This is the second band that almost-donor Bailey has been in where he has not given me a shirt.

Zealot Clef has been the name of Donor Jess's musical outlet for years. The particular incarnation of Zealot Clef that I saw that night also had Donor Tony and almost-donor Bailey as musicians. I have been friends with all three since high school. I met the other member, Chuck, later on that night. Chuck finished the fest with a massive drum solo which brought the crowd to a roar.

Despite the font, Zealot Clef plays a blues-inspired sound, and not goth. This is good because most goth is the triumph of makeup and apathy over passion, musicianship, and nerve. Of course, not all goth is bad, but the coal to diamond ratio is quite high due to its popularity.

Since most readers were not at the show, they have no idea whatsoever on how much fun they missed other than my testimiony. I swear my time was good. I saw a bunch of people I had not seen for a couple weeks due to an earlier sleepy spell cast upon me.

It could be said that at the festival where I got this shirt is when I got my first reacharound. In order to say that, though, there has to be a little suspension. Basically, the venue decided to place a pole real close to the sweet spot for the sound. I stood by the pole and some woman sat on a chair on the other side of it. Then she reached out her arm and touched me on the elbow. I do not know why. Rock on, I guess.