I went to the concert in Birmingham a couple of weeks ago. It was a good one. The thing is, with Chester’s death, I feel kind of guilty. Like there was something I could have done differently which would have somehow made a difference. Like maybe we - the audience - weren’t nice enough. Or maybe we were too nice, I don’t know. Something.
I’ll probably put aside that guilt once there’s a little distance, but I thought it appropriate to write this down in case other people are feeling similarly.