
The Tractor was filling up early. I'd figured it would sell out given the bill and so wanted to find myself a good spot early on to set down my beer and my notebook, plant myself somewhere so I could write without being jostled by a sellout crowd. At the Tractor, there is a row of seats to the left of the stage, and I noticed two were saved with signs that read "Reserved for Friel" so I camped there standing next to the seats and thinking I knew who would be sitting in them later. By 8:30, the place [...]