My little haul from Saturday. Golden circle wristband and confetti is mine, the crew wristband and picks (yes, there’s one of Tony Iommi’s) courtesy of a good mate of mine who worked the show all week. Bonus Foo Fighters dollar bill she sent me is cool as fuck too. I have the best friends.

Sometimes it’s the small things that hit hardest—little mementos that pack a punch of memory, meaning, and joy. Saturday was one of those nights, and what I came home with might seem like a modest haul to some, but to me, it’s priceless.

First off, the golden circle wristband and confetti are mine—souvenirs earned the honest way, in the thick of the crowd, heart pounding, music roaring in my ears. That wristband felt like a key to another world, a few meters closer to the magic. And the confetti? I know it’s just bits of paper, but when it’s launched into the air at the climax of a song you’ve been waiting all night to hear, it feels like stardust.

But the real gems came courtesy of a good mate of mine who worked the show all week—absolute legend. Thanks to her, I scored a crew wristband and some guitar picks, which already have pride of place on my shelf. One of them—brace yourselves—is Tony Iommi’s. Yeah. The Tony Iommi. Black Sabbath’s riff lord, metal pioneer, living legend. Just holding that pick gives me chills. Imagining it in his hand, used in a soundcheck or maybe even during the gig? That’s rock ‘n’ roll history in my palm.

She didn’t stop there either. As a bonus surprise, she sent me this Foo Fighters dollar bill. It’s one of those little promo pieces they sometimes toss out into the crowd or tuck into merch. Totally random. Totally awesome. It’s got that kind of tongue-in-cheek energy the Foos are known for, and it’s already flattened out and pinned to the corkboard above my desk. Every time I glance up at it, it makes me grin.

What gets me most about all this isn’t just the cool factor—it’s the thought behind it. My friend didn’t have to do any of it. She was working her ass off all week, dealing with the chaos behind the scenes, and she still took the time to snag a few keepsakes for me because she knew I’d appreciate them. That kind of gesture goes a long way.

Honestly, I have the best friends. The kind who know what’ll make your day. The kind who look out for you when you’re not even expecting it. That haul might fit into a small box, but it’s packed with memories, good vibes, and the kind of magic that only live music—and solid friendships—can create.

So here’s to good gigs, great mates, and the little things that end up meaning everything. Saturday night might be over, but the buzz? That’s gonna stick around for a