I’m so glad you asked, T. Number nine was an LSD tour debut, “Blessed.” An apparent request from a Minnesotan (not her spouse) who has the entire lyrics tattooed about his person. And sure enough, as I sprinted up the aisle at intermission after the song, a burly Midwestern type had his shirt askew, baring his green-tinted pecs for the ladies near his seat. I veered past with scarcely a glance.