I don’t know how many years ago, J and I saw Eagles Of Death Metal at the Chameleon Club in Lancaster. I have never been to another show where everyone was as happy to be there as that one, and I’ve never seen a band revel in the joy of it all so fully. I’ve thought, more than a few times, that nights like those are the reason that being a person is worth all the trouble. I know it’s a cliche, cloying thing to say, but feeling that connected to so many strangers is something truly special. I just wish the audience in Paris tonight got to have the same experience.