I love a good-old reminiscing story about a lame-ish Phil Collins concert. Believe it or not, when I started reading your story I immediately thought of how Patrick Bateman was so obsessed with Genesis and Collins, which made no sense to me in that famous book.

Anyway, relax Bryan, it’s not lame. It would’ve been cooler if you’ve attended to a Guns N’ Roses amok screaming at the front row, or shouting Pearl Jam lyrics towards Eddie Vedder, but hey, it’s still cool to have a vivid memory of Mr. Collins :).

P.S.: Yes, nobody has a childhood memory singing Sussudio in the back of the car. However, that would’ve been funny as hell. Now, I’ll shoot off and put on Take me home.