I had wanted so badly to attend the October 26th 2002 concert of Incubus at the woodlands pavilion. Unfortunately, I was unable because the person who said for months that they'd go with me, they'd go, they'd go, it's happening, etc etc etc, ended up not coming through. In a fit of frustration I drove out to the concert site, stepped out of my car, and heard the final notes of the one song that I wanted to hear finishing, to the roar of the distant crowd. This was the first time in years I had cried.