Meeting up in a bar with some young people coming back from the Black Heart Procession concert. One of them telling about their parents coming to the big city and going crazy when seeing some news anchor in the supermarket. Haha.
On our way to the car, we bump into a friend of theirs, accompanying the guy accompanying Paul, the BHP’s singer. Forgetting imediately about going home, they follow them into the bar.
Sitting at a table with Paul, the fans start an animated conversation, among themselves.
I can be pretty bad at talking to strangers, even if I’d seen the band twice a year or two ago, so the most I was able to get out of this yawning musician was that he enjoyed the weather.