7:19pm

Dallas Green has a staunch sense of humour. He stood alone on stage in the middle of a packed-to-the-gills room of all-agers, who had been squeezing forth and chattering about how Green had looked in their direction a couple times. He's been though this before - an audience too excitable for its own good, millions of flashbulbs going off as though we were standing in a thunderstorm. He knows what will happen. He knows that the crowd won't just shut up and listen. He knows they will sing along loudly (and badly) and try to talk over the music. And so, he discusses it. Frequently. On stage. He asks the audience to cool the screaming, just for a bit, that he's only one guy and he's pretty quiet. While certainly a light-hearted take, he nonetheless makes the point known, elaborating on fan oddness shortly by declaring that the audience members should shell out the five dollars for the opening band's CD (Machete Avenue). "I know you wave around those $5 bills like it ain't no thang," he drawls. "Well, I have nothing else to sign, can you sign this five dollar bill?" he pantomimes. He warmly thanks Machete Avenue for being on tour with him for three weeks, ignores a few scathing cries form the crowd to play certain songs, and then chimes up, while tuning guitar and in response to someone's insistent yells about "Save Your Scissors," "Did you just say something about Hitler?" Laughter form the crowd. A small smile from Green. "Shave your sister?" he continues. More laughter from the crowd.