So we’re at the Strokes show Thursday night at MSG, me and Jason and Kat and Tom, and there’re all these cute hipster girls and skinny boys all over the place, so how come where we’re sitting there’s just the buzzcut frat guys and the business-school students? And of course the frat boys really just want to smoke pot, even after the green-jacketed security dude comes and hauls one of them away; and of course the business-school students keep saying “Oh, fuck, man, yeah!” right before they sing the guitar riffs: “Nuh-nuh-NUH-nuh, nuh-nuh-NUH-nuh, nuh-nuh-NUH-nuh, nuh-nuh-NUH-nuh. . .” (“Alone Together”), “Nuh-nuh-nuh, nuh-nuh-nuh, nuh-nuh-nuh, nuh-nuh-nuh. . .” (“Take It or Leave It”). But it’s all good, ’cause the hits were hit, the candy-stripe lights were in effect, we got some $5 M&Ms, Front Stroke was a Conor level of drunk, Drum Stroke was rockin it, and I now totally heart Nick the Guitar Stroke.