It was all going so well. After a rousing opener by Jonathan Coulton, hometown heroes They Might Be Giants played a thunderous set to a packed house filled with local fans. Deep in the pit, our photographer was setting up one of the trickiest shots of any concert shoot: the keyboardist from below. Just then, like a bolt of pure satori thrown off by Dan Miller's lightning fast fingers, it came: a mic stand, perhaps jostled by the bass on "Dr. Worm," or thrown by one of the band members (who can be sure?) came flying off the stage, smack into the business end of our camera. Suddenly Dan Miller was there beside us in the pit whispering (either "Jesus, man, are you alright?" or "Ha, I really nailed you with that one!"—it was hard to tell, as the rest of the band played on). Miraculously, both camera and photographer emerged unscathed, alive to witness the triumphant double-encore end of the current TMBG tour.

Our photographer was too shaken to relate any other details, but luckily TMBG-superfan John Del Signore was stationed in the crowd. He filed this annotated set list:

Was it worth risking our lives to deliver this report? Yes, yes it was.