Julie Phillips,

Arts & Entertainment Editor

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I mean that literally.

There are plans and then there’s what happens. My brain is rattled and my voice is hoarse. I have a low-grade headache and a nap is in my immediate future.

The Melting Point wasn’t in the cards last night, and no regrets. Leaving out extraneous details, there’s this that I re-discovered last night. Rock music is something that’s either embraced or embodied. Last night I witnessed the latter. Twice.