Confession: I'll completely admit that I've sometimes been that annoying naysayer/music snob who has watched a lot of bands and given up on them 3 or 4 records into their career when they (to me) lose their sparkle. The guy who turns his nose up once his favorite band stops playing to 85 people at some hole in the wall that reeks of piss and Pabst and starts actually *gasp* playing venues that have luxuries such as "PA systems", "sound guys", and "working plumbing". 

So, for me to walk into the Showbox Sodo and see 65 year old Roger Daltrey play a bunch of 30+ year old songs? You can imagine that little smug, self-righteous devil on my shoulder was whispering some things in my ear. I heard a few jokes about broken hips and a few chuckles about rock dinosaurs, and I tried to let those thoughts evaporate.