I would like to start this write-up with a nod of gratitude to whatever unnamable force (or hodgepodge of meaningless coincidences) is keeping concerts at full capacity well into October. I had been savoring the crowds of the first few weekends with greedy apprehension, believing that eventually attendances would thin to a pathetic smattering of students as our workloads increased. This has been the unfailing outcome of past years, but on Friday night, both the floor and the stage were teeming with gyrating friends and strangers (really, more strangers than friends—such is the blessing and curse of senior year) as I walked in to see the set of Wesleyan’s own Saarim Zaman (’16.)