The tour dreams are starting again. Merriweather Post Pavilion was a stage on the beach, behind a grassy dune. People were sledding on the sand. A boardwalk led to the venue, and no one was jumping the rickety white fence. I was at a concessions stand, trying to figure out what happened to the nachos I had ordered. Suddenly I realized I had missed most of the first set; they had played a bunch of new tunes, Tela, and a cover of Willie the Pimp.