The ones we really like are the ones who are too afraid to come up and say hello, the ones with the brains. The stupid ones up front, we love them too - we couldn’t honestly exist without the people up front, we love to feel like it’s a party… (but) that’s the bad thing, you can only see the loudmouths. So it’s hard to sometimes remember that there’s someone in the back who’s been waiting for a year to hear you play ‘Skyway’ or something. Those are the ones you wanna run out and hug and say, you know, we did it for you.