Dear Starwood Outdoor Amphitheatre,

I'm depressed as shit that you no longer exist. Cool concerts aren't coming to Nash because they have no place to go. What will this summer be like without the coined DMB concert with random oldsters passing me j's? God, I'm so bummed. Coldplay was possibly one of the best nights of my life. Last summer, I raged at Dave, was barely conscious at Sister Hazel, and passed out off of 40's at Counting Crows in a cloud of drunken joy. This is not a real summer. I don't know what to do with myself.

Bust,
Adrienne