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My friend Steve had bought tickets for Depeche Mode, because his girlfriend wanted to go. Later on, she broke up with him. She didn't want to buy the tickets from him, so he was stuck with them. He couldn't find anyone to go with him. When he asked me, I said that I'd only see them if the price was low, like 20 or $25. He took it.

The show was good. I'm not a huge dm fan, but I like some of their songs. The seats were good - row U, in the Amphitheater. The sound was good - mixed really well, but too loud. David Gahan seemed happy and was very active. He did a lot of dancing and posing and strutting, and running and jumping and galloping.

The opening act was good - Poe. She was very exuberant and smiley. She also seemed very down to earth - a regular guy, so to speak. She was a good match for the headliner. She fell off the stage. She was dancing around looking up, and went off the edge. She got up holding her side, but after that, there was no sign of the accident. I bet she'll be hurting tomorrow.

It was a late show. Eight o'clock start time on a weeknight, and a long gap between the acts. I didn't get home until 12:30. At least I got to sleep in for an extra hour today.