Day 80. I tripped and fell headfirst into a portal to 2003. I got to see David Bazan play to a crowd of about 50, many of whom are kids I spent a lot of time going to shows with back in the day and now only see from time to time. Bazan’s music has always resonated with me. While we’ve ended up on opposite sides of the faith journey, we spent a lot of time on the same road, in the same trenches, in the same battles. He’s genuine and vulnerable with his craft and I hold that in incredible high esteem. His voice nearly knocked me over and I shared with him one of my favorite memories involving his music, a record player, a beautiful quiet and a number of people who were in the same room last night. A lovely evening to say the least. Also, I dig his honor system merch layout.