There was a time when missing a show meant missing it. You heard about it later through your friends, the blurry photos and videos, and their voices still hoarse from singing along. But the thing is, you didn’t scroll through it in real time. You felt the absence. And that feeling made being there matter. Live music used to live in the room. Between bodies, lights, sweat, and sound. It was fleeting by design. One night. One crowd. One version of the song that would never