I am mightily tempted

My favorite band of all time is Yes. Progressive rock is not every one's cup of tea, but differing tastes in music, art, and literature are one of the nuances that make life interesting. I am particularly fond of the band's older material and listen to it frequently. This past March, my youngest son and I traveled to Louisville to see the band live for my birthday. I even mentioned it here on the old blog at the time. The band wraps its current tour in Indy tonight. They are playing three of my favorite albums in their entirety, in order, on this tour (the Yes album/Close to the Edge/Going for the One).

I would like to go see them again tonight. Unfortunately, I have to travel for work. Damn job keeps me from doing stuff  I want. That is sarcasm, in case my sarcasm font does not show up on your monitor. I realize the job makes it possible to do the stuff I want.

To be honest, If I really wanted to attend the show, I could make it work. It is possible to see a rock concert in Indy on Monday night and still be at O'Hare at 6:00 am to pick up your boss for a couple of Chicago-area business meetings on Tuesday morning. In the wild days of my youth I used to claim I would sleep when I was dead. My body and brain have convinced me that axiom is false. I need my sleep now. Getting old sucks.