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Last night, in the final serene moments of the encore, as Page, the only musician left on stage, gently played us out of Squirming Coil, I was abruptly disturbed by the unmistakable hiss splash, hiss splash of what could only be urine. “Pee” to the layman. “Am I about to turn around and see some chud ripping a wicked piss on the floor during the literal quietest moment of the entire show,” I thought to myself, aghast. And I did. And he was. Don’t get me wrong. I love piss as much as the next guy, but come on, there’s a time and a place. Hilariously uncalled for.