Panic Shack Is About to Become Everyone’s Problem

On Friday night, I almost stayed home.

After a week of work that included flying to Miami for a conference, I came home exhausted. The kind of exhausted where the bed feels magnetic. The kind where even putting on shoes feels like an unreasonable request from society.

I had a ticket to see Panic Shack at PhilaMOCA in Philadelphia, but I spent a good chunk of the evening staring at my ceiling,…