I love hearing anyone's 'Back from the 2020 dead' story, old and tired as they may be. Specifically what they first did when it was appropriate to do so, what they wanted most, what they missed. My story's simple.

Come August 2021, I wanted to catch an artist I've missed years in the making, punctuating the new norm with a moment I wouldn't forget, something with enough emotional substance to mark the time, light up the dark corners of my world, and lead me to where I am today.
I saw Bully at the Empty Bottle.
