The Concerts: 1996

As always, I'm sure there are some I've missed, but...

Love And Rockets [St. Andrew’s Hall 4.5]
Fred Schneider [St. Andrew’s Hall 4.26]
Lush [St. Andrew’s Hall 5.5]
Holy Barbarians [St. Andrew’s Hall 5.30]
Tori Amos [Fox Theatre, Detroit 5.31]
Garbage [St. Andrew’s Hall 6.1]
Everclear / Spacehog [Pine Knob 7.11]
The Cure [The Palace of Auburn Hills 7.13]
Dead Can Dance [Michigan Theater, Ann Arbor 7.21]
Everything But The Girl [Royal Oak Music Theatre 7.26]
Steely Dan [Pine Knob 7.31]
The Tragically Hip [Orbit Room 8.13]
Throwing Muses [7th House, Pontiac 8.16]
Red House Painters [Blind Pig 8.31]
James Taylor Quartet [Shelter 9.2]
Bruce Springsteen (Solo Acoustic) [Hill Auditorium, Ann Arbor 9.26]
Chris Isaak / Fiona Apple [Fox Theatre, Detroit 10.26]
Suzanne Vega [Royal Oak Music Theatre 11.6]

Certainly, this was the year where I saw one of the best shows I've ever seen in my life, which would be Dead Can Dance (and the solo Bruce show wasn't that bad, either). But this was also the year of meeting a scared and skinny Fiona Apple backstage at the Fox, as well as being one of less than a hundred people present for Fred Schneider blowing the doors off of St. Andrew's Hall, so there were certainly more than a few highlights. A good year, except for the girlfriend transitions.

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