After the Nonions came the Agents, another band from Providence, but one that had hit the big time, as it were. Well, the medium-sized time. They also played amazingly well, but on the whole were a bit mellower than the Nonions. The crowd was more and more cramped by this time, and a fairly large man had been pushed next to me. This man really liked it when people around him would dance his dance in synch, everyone leaning left and then right and so on, but I don't think he realized people did it only because the other alternative was to collide with a great big mass of fat every other beat. I used my defensive dancing techniques to fight back and claim my space back, and eventually the man wandered off for some water.

Finally, the Toasters came and played, and they were as good as I'd expected. They'd switched the order of their set from the last time I saw them, serenading a woman from the crowd earlier than usual. This atypical audience, filled with freshmen used to clubbing around town, figured if the band brought a woman on stage, they'd love to have the stage filled as often as possible. Co-eds kept running onto the stage, dancing stupid tilting dances that only match insipid techno music, feeling out of place, and running off. When the Toasters returned for their encore, a collection of six giggling friends ran on stage, sidled up to band members, and started to bump and grind. The trumpeter shoved the women off of him while true rudegirls in the audience shouted "You sleazy ho bag! Get off the damn band!"

Despite some morons in the audience, the show was damn good, all around, with three solid bands.