Ghost has an extraordinarily catchy song called "Square Hammer" and the first time I heard it live was pure, unadulterated magic. I was working in Houston at the time, and I had to sneak out of the office early so I could drive three hours to Corpus Christi to attend my first-ever Ghost concert. As the lights dimmed, and the band's pre-show organ music began to play, the anticipation in the crowd was almost palpable. After 15 excruciating minutes of waiting, the opening riff of "Square Hammer" tore through the darkness and kicked off the most impactful musical experience of my life. Standing there in the middle of the crowd, with everyone singing along passionately, I was in awe. I have listened to "Square Hammer" hundreds of times since, and it has never sounded as good as that night. I left that concert with a renewed belief in the magic and majesty of music. I went to that concert alone, by myself, but I left feeling part of a community. I suppose it is somewhat cheesy, but I remember thinking to myself "THIS is why people travel for music." The following morning, I had to wake up at 4:30 a.m. and drive more than three hours back to Houston for work. Even running on negligible sleep, I found myself as energized and excited as I've ever been that day; no coffee needed (okay, maybe just a little coffee).