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I don't know which I find more amusing: that I realized I sing along to Ben Lee songs with an Australian accent or that I did not fully realize this until getting a quizzical glance from the concertgoer to my immediate left during a singalong to "Catch My Disease" last night.

Actually, I do know what I find most amusing. That when I wrote that paragraph, I read the word "glance" with the accent.

There's something about that fellow that just makes me smile the moment he steps on stage. Good set that seemed to please the Aimee-heavy crowd (a surprisingly more intense crowd than I'd imagined - I actually felt a bit intimidated, believe it or not). No car hoods this time. The hoodie was replaced with a blazer. There's a rhythm section now.

But my grin remained the same.