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I went.  I went and it was good.  After nearly a decade of listening to regional act Caroline’s Spine, after nearly a decade of missed shows, and CD’s spun to death, Miami, OK was a place that brought me supreme joy last night.  And maybe it was just the joy brought with anticipation, but I dare say that show is in my top 3 concerts of all time, even though it was a smallish thing.

I was able to get right up in front.  The biggest disappointment is my lack of pictures.  I tried, but my phone did not cooperate.  But screw it.  Those memories will live on.  Probably the only show I would be more hyped about right now is if Our lady Peace came back through.  I picked up a CD, got a guitar pick (which was neat, because on the back of the pick, which you can’t see below, it actually had the band name stamped on it), and had it all, and my ticket (#1 mind you) signed.  Am I fanboy?  Sure, I’ll take that title on.  I’ve only ever bothered getting two other albums in my life signed.  One was trash, I was just young and standing in the wrong line, the other were guys I knew.  I just figure it exemplifies the importance they have for me.

I just missed the drummer.  It was late, people were getting cranky about leaving, and he was back up on the corner of stage, so we missed him.  BUT, apparently hope is not lost, because while the impression was that this was sort of a last hurrah tour, they are apparently putting out a new album in January.  I giggle in anticipation.  So last night was good.  I am happy.

I think I finally managed to learn something over this past week. What it is, I can’t particularly articulate just yet, but I know I learned a little something about me regardless. I think it could best be described either that I have compartmentalized some of my emotions down so far that some of them no longer even come into play in my personality under particular circumstances, or I made a breakthrough in attitudinal response handling (sounds cool huh?). I’m not sure which, if either, is the better prospect. And yes, I know that probably makes no sense, but when I feel there more to release on the matter I will. I’m just bringing back into focus some things that really weren’t, and I think that’s a good thing. Assuming I am interpreting things correctly.

I got my hands on a copy of Madden 2006 for the PC. I’m interested in checking it out, only by the time I have some free time to play it, I will probably forget, heh. I know, I’m a silly, silly boy. But one that loves his football. See, despite the fact that most of you forget, I am indeed a man. Or at the very least, enjoy manly things. I even own a hammer.

August 26th is a day that has been reserved for me next month. I just heard Caroline’s Spine is playing in Miami, OK that night. Not only have I set aside that day, I already took steps to secure tickets already. I’m going. Period. End of discussion. This is a glorious day, and I feel somewhat justified in exclaiming the following: WOO HOO! Yeah, you probably haven’t heard of these guys, and I forgive you this once. Now go vindicate yourself by listening to their MySpace.

Tonight will be interesting. Possibly fun. Maybe both. Hmm.

Well, a friend of mine pointed out last night she enjoyed reading my blogs because they were funny or entertaining or such.  I forget the actual word used, but being the thesaurus that I am, I was assured it implied  they were enjoyable, if nothing else.  But it got me thinking, that of recent, I’ve become somewhat dry.  At least I think so.  So, this is for you.  Enjoy.

So the concert last night wasn’t bad.  Without going into a full on show review (I don’t do that anymore, SuperSatellite never paid me enough, heh), I will comment briefly.  First, Razorwire Halo.  Well guys….I’ve never heard okay music come from seemingly such little effort.  I mean, if they were much more energetic, they might have fallen asleep on stage.  They weren’t bad, what they did, they did well, they just sounded lazy.  Really it sounded like late gen Manson.  Not that Manson is bad, I loved Antichrist Superstar.  But that’s the thing, I loved Antichrist Superstar.  That album is a decade old.  His new stuff….eh.  And thus Razorwire Halo…eh.  Find a unique sound guys (and gal.  To their credit they did have a hot, however married bass player), and try putting in some real effort and turning down the distortion a little, you’d be surprised.

Muddpuddle Dive wasn’t too bad.  Definately more lively, though that’s not saying much.  Fairly generic Godsmack/Staind type rock.  Worth four sentences at the moment.

The Lonely had a lot more going from them.  I won’t give them much credit in the singing department.  But what they lacked in melodious ramblings, they made up for with enthusiasm.  How this techno rock meshed with an audience that occasionaly let our little 12 year old schoolgirl squeals is beyond me, however.  You’d be listening, nodding to the phat beats yo, and all of the sudden a screeching noise would rise from the front rows like a Backstreet Boy had just snuck up on stage.  I don’t get it.  Then I am reminded that I fear even talking to a girl outside of The Fence without carding them first.  I think the average age outside The Fence is probably fifteen at the oldest.  I felt really bad for the mom in the pink sweater who was clearly only there because she brought a son or daughter to the show.  Kudos for the watching of the kid, but I’m not sure pink ever looked quite so out of place.  Except maybe that one thong I keep in my shelf for the occasional sniffing purposes.  Moving on…

Foxtown is great because they have this big fishpond thingy in the middle.  It’s the most disgusting looking thing in the world.  Camels would look at that water and say “Fuck you, I’d rather just use up my hump and die before drinking that,” then they would spit on your for suggesting such a thing.  Apparently recently they decided to fill it up with toilet bowl coloring, or some similar article, leaving the water blue-green and oily looking.  And the frightening part is that there are actually fish in the water.  Demon fish which have been known to eat spit, cigarettes, paper, severed toes, and anything else they can get into their mouths.  They will fight over these things like pirana, despite a lack of any apparent nutritional value..  Moving on, like any Foxtown regular, I found it to be my duty to find a moment to “feed” the fish.  I spit into the water, I saw them rise to the surface, but they didn’t eat the spit!  The implications are frightening at best.  It is obvious that the combination of nonedible articles, toxic blue water, and human spit has resulted in the fish becoming smarter.  They are making decisions, judging things….plotting.  I for one welcome our new fishy overlords.

The night concluded with dancing at Mooreman’s.  But that, my friends, is a story for another day…But I can say, at least this time, the dancing didn’t end with anyone falling on my penis.

28.34.  The magic number for today.  I am pleased with it well enough.  Of course, I’m probably one of the only people who can find a way to make a trip out to Foxtown and back take almost thirty miles.  I am, of course, talking about biking.  Today just felt like a good day to get out and see what I had after all winter.  While the distance was good, the average speed, which we won’t speak of beyond this point, left much to be desired.  So for now I think I’ll be working on that.  Anyone can ride distance, but doing it at a pace that’s respectable is another matter.  I managed to get a bit of sun too.  Why I didn’t use sunscreen, not really something I can explain logically.  It’s not bad though, just some red arms.  It’ll be good for me.

Speaking of Foxtown, I’m going out for the second show in two weeks there.  The Lonely is playing tonight.  A friend of mine is their bassist.  I probably wouldn’t bother if it weren’t for that though.  I dunno, we’ll see if they’re any good.  Techno-rock isn’t the top of my genre favorites, but sometimes the mood is right.  If nothing else, I’m out of the house though, so regardless, could be worse.  Just hoping the rain holds off and blows past.  Naturally I washed my car last night.  Oh well.