Won't lie, I jumped at the chance to see Roger Waters back in 2011. I didn't think he'd ever tour the US again (wrong), and I was damn sure he'd never play The Wall front to back again (right) and didn't want to miss the chance to see the most important album of my life, the best album ever made, played in full by its co-creator. But was I anxious about missing it?
Well, yeah, a little, as evidenced by the fact that I almost skipped an important conference in order to see it before being given the ok to expense the Denver tickets and take a trip to Phoenix to see it the next week.