Libation report: I stopped hours ago, like a good citizen. However, the couple next to me produced an astonishing and pungent aroma and perhaps I am feeling its effects.
Young Wilson is a local rock journalist who appears to be 14 but has been out of college for two years already. Kid, I got socks older than you.
We ran into him in the parking lot and he has been our entertaining, helpful (two words: beer runs) and energetic Sancho Panza for the day. At the end of the evening, he and I end up 
side-by-side on a hillside as Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers take the stage.
No doubt Wilson — connected young music junkie that he is — can quote chapter and verse on so many of the bands here that I can even pretend to have heard of. But now, he’s ready for what he readily admits is the highlight of his day: a rock star even older than this dude standing next to him — me, of course.
The band opens with “You Wreck Me.” Wilson responds with whoops and claps, then turns to me and says, “Is this a new song? I don’t know it.”
You have much to learn, Grasshopper.
This article appears in Jul 16-22, 2008.