The Joy and Misery

I have had the privilege of attending many amazing concerts in my time. My first concert was Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young in 2000 and since then I've rarely passed up the opportunity to see my favorite bands live. Since 2000 I've attended... (counting ticket stubs)... 57 concerts. I've seen some pretty sweet shit.

Anyway, the reason I bring this up is last night was

CONCERT # 57

A friend and I recently went to Summerfest, a concert CD101 puts on every summer where they bring in sweet indie bands for $5. Last year was the Cliks, VHS or Beta and Silversun Pickups. This year was Honey Honey, Dr. Dog and VHS or Beta. Anyway, anytime CD101 funds a show they have the awesome spin wheel of awesomesness. When I spun I got this POC Budweiser bottle opener. Awesome. But Grace (the friend I went with) won Cold War Kids tickets. Since I burned their CD for her, she gave me one of the tickets.

So last night was the show. I'm not going to talk about the opener because he was some crappy acoustic act with a horrible drummer and the entire thing was sub-par. However, Cold War Kids took the stage and totally owned. I've had their first album for a while now and never really got into it, but I really did enjoy their set. They're good storytellers.

I usually bring my camera to document history, but last night I rode my bike to the venue and I didn't want to worry about it in transit, so I left it at home, meaning I don't have sweet pictures for you. I'm sorry. Instead, I offer a picture of myself. I told myself the other day I'd trim my hair because it was getting long and uneven. But I put the wrong attachment on my beard trimmer.

To give those readers who don't know what I usually look like something to compare with, I'll supply a picture of me under normal circumstances. Here's me with HD:
Oh well. I'm still alive and haven't caught a cold yet. Later y'all.