The lovely and talented Casey and I are out for the evening of traditional folk songs and light-hearted show tunes.
I'll be back later with a song in my heart and a ringing in my ears.
(Update) And we're back. A few things:
There was a guy in front of us, just off to the side, who is into Tool just a little too much. He spent the concert herking and jerking about, punching at the air, and making nonsensical motions in the air with his arms. We decided to call it Tool Tae Bo.
Funniest thing I heard all night was three-quarters of the way through the concert when someone yelled, "Goddamit! Do The Grudge"). They didn't. We also failed to hear Prison Sex, Hooker With A Penis, and Sober. Those are three songs, not an evening with Mark Foley. Tool opened with Jambi. They closed with Ænima.
The opening act was Kinski and they were fairly polished. Despite what they claim are their influences, they sound like a band that started out wanting to be Sonic Youth and became Gish-era Smashing Pumpkins instead, sans the annoying Billy Corgan vocals. Yes, I know, "annoying Billy Corgan vocals" is redundant.
I failed to do "devil horns" once again, making me me 0 for life with that particular hand gesture.
Apparently the latest thing with kids these days is texting your friends the title of every song as it starts. I assume that the texted friend was unable to procure tickets and is reduced to creating their own concert at home by playing the song on their iPod and possibly flipping the room lights on and off to get the full effect. It's a close second and you don't even have to think about buying a $38 t-shirt.
What is up with $38 t-shirts?
On that note: No I have no concert t-shirts, just in case you were wondering. I have one black t-shirt for the band Music Hates You that Patrick sent to me. It is the only black t-shirt I have ever owned.That makes it special.
