Yesterday I was at an awesome concert by "The Real McKenzies", a folk-punk band from Canada.
It was loud, hot, smelly and brutal - in short: We all had one hell of a good time, even though I will openly admit that I was really afraid at times, because I was a bit too close to the mosh-pit. So I was more than greatful to be literally "protected by friends", who shielded me like a herd of elephants shield their young ones :XD:
One of those "guardian angels" of mine was - as I learned later on - Dave Gregg's wife (he's one of the guitarists of the band). And she was so amazed to see me - the handicapped young woman in a wheelchair - at this pl