Back when I was working over eighty hours a week nothing filled me with terror more than the task of organizing performances by touring bands at retailers. So many things could go wrong that each successful event felt like a minor miracle. I only had a few Spinal Tap moments, including an awkward Roomful of Blues signing at the Music Exchange in Westport. Now that I'm unencumbered by such responsibilities, I relish allowing other people to sweat the details. Last night I caught popular jam band .moe at a Borders store in Overland Park. Artie Fufkin would have been pleased.