What made Saturday's Spielpalast Cabaret show so remarkable?
There was no psychedelic light show. There was no special guest appearance by Trey Anastasio. There was no USA Today fanfare.
Yet a theatre full of well-traveled, well-rounded, well-fed locals sat there with expressions alternating between fly-catching amazement, stupid grins, and pure enjoyment.
It was reality. Only available in that one place at that one time with those certain people sitting next to you to share it. A gift shared by everybody lucky enough to have made the effort to swing by.
In our current era of everything-everywhere-all-the-time, the singular pleasure of something purely local is nothing less than priceless.