On the weekend, I went to see one of my favorite bands of the last ten years. OK-GO.
It was an SRO club (Max. appx 1,000), that I had been to many times, IN THE 70's. S.O.S. (same old sh__hole).
I had an opportunity to see them at a 2-day music festival 12 miles from my house, roundtrip. I chose, however, to drive 1,500 miles (most of it in kilometers) to spend that same weekend with some geeks, nerds, and dweebophiles; to a one, cool, bright, fun-lovin', and more, but still...).
The last time I was in that place I was, maybe 28?
That was on the high side that evening. Average was more like 24----600 of 'em.
The friend I coerced into going is 42. I turned 57 that same day. And Mary asks why I don't go to see newer bands!?! I felt like the sad-assed father of an older, special needs son. He felt as old as I did. At least he enjoyed getting to stare at any woman without her even noticing his existence. He was content.
I, never having ever been even remotely drawn to pederastry, had to be satisfied with the music alone.
They were excellent, as I firmly anticipated. They even wore the monochrome suit/shirt outfits, one red, one yellow, blue, green that they wore on Leno in late October.
The band who opened for them is of eye-opening note! They're from Sacramento, called "Middleclass Rut."
Guitar and drummer. Both could sing, solos, and together. White Stripes goes heavy psychadelic. Hendrix, Rage, Green Day and Zeppelin in a blender.
Left me and Daryl unexpectedly stunned. Monster sound. Guitarist doing live double and triple tracking on digital loops. Impressive. And the drummer was exactly the kind you need for a two piece heavy duty R & R outfit----a serial axe murderer who has traded in the blades for a couple of ash dowels. And a foot from a steel factory.
Hope something happens for them.
