I've always maintained that one of the neatest experiences that you can have as a concert goer, is to catch a band that is on the cusp of significant success in a small or mid-sized venue. There's an electricity in the air, as you know that this is probably going to be the last time for a while that you'll experience this in such an intimate setting, and at the same time, the cynicism of success has yet to affect the optimism and connection between the band an audience. Catching Mt. Joy at the legendary Blueberry Hill was just such an experience, and I'm glad that I got it.