It is Sunday. Mum, Dad and I are having a mid afternoon beer at the Social, allowing our feet to dry off a bit from slushgate (what else do you think happens to all that snow?). A and his friend turn up, so we have another beer to be friendly. Conversation turns to what this friend will be doing whilst he is in New York (aside from working, which is why he is here). He says that Muse are on in Brooklyn on Wednesday. Dad and my ears prick up...
Dad has always introduced me to the best music. I remember him bringing home Nevermind on CD, back when the hi-fi was new and CDs were becoming a thing. When I was doing my A levels, and spending a lot of time in the house 'studying', Dad brought home Showbiz, and that became the soundtrack to knowledge acquisition. We liked it so much, that we went to see Muse at Leeds University's Student Union. In the following couple of years, we saw them at Doncaster dome (with a Tom Waits intro that still haunts me to this day) and I even saw them in Amsterdam at a huge football stadium. Then, I moved out, and without my Muse buddy on hand, my interest became quiet.
Move on 15 years and hop over to another continent: serendipity strikes. Or, for the cynical among you, everything that is going to happen will definitely happen in New York City.

It was glorious and spectacular - sentimentally and musically. Matt, Chris and Dom have perfected their rock star stances, though for some reason left off the encore. But those little heads you can see in the moshpit? They ALL needed a lesson.