This was what made sense: the music, the crazy hot lights and the cameras, being able to open his mouth and speak to the whole fucked-up, miserable country; that mattered, and the people around him. That night after the show, people were yelling It didn't just happen at the stage, roaring, a crowd that wasn't the American Idol crowd, a crowd suddenly full of guys and college students, deeper and angrier and full of violent energy, like all the kids coming to the shows had grown up fast and hard overnight.