“Kit, Steve Vai is coming to Japan and he's performing with four other legendary guitarists!” exclaimed my husband, Dan. “Awesome! Where are they performing?” I asked, trying to sound as if I was as excited as him. “Zepp Nagoya! We have to watch it!” I had to use an exclamation mark after Nagoya, a 30-minute train ride away from our place. A few times in the past, we had to take a day off from work and travel far to watch concerts. We flew from Davao to Manila for Jason Mraz. We traveled to Tokyo for Eric Clapton and to Osaka for Diana Krall. We took a two-hour bus ride to see Missing Filemon perform (and got drunk with Fighter Wine) in Buda. Generation Axe in Nagoya is more feasible to watch than all those concerts. On the day the tickets went on sale, we went to 7 Eleven to buy one. That was last week of February. “Dan, I don't want to go with you. I'm not a fan. I've only heard Steve Vai's Whispering a Prayer, and I only recognize Nuno Bettencourt b
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