Today I am home sick. Yup. Actually woke up with cramps and I needed to feel the heat from the mattress topper on my thorax. What a strange word, btw.
Shit’s been uber cray cray at work and beyond… Surprisingly, I’ve been able to resist plummeting into darkness and despair post Boston. Fucking insane world.
John and I were in SF Tuesday night– saw Beach House at the Fillmore. Last time I was there, I saw Sara Bareilles, and her show was amazing. They had the grand piano, and the acoustics were incredible (The show was even recorded and still plays regularly on the Palladium channel). But this BH concert? Wtf. Seriously. The drug use (pot smokin’) was ridiculous… I got a massive headache just off the fumes. Come on, people! Then the music– kinda Mazzy Starish– was all blown out with zippo clarity. Just an absolute drugged-out haze. Disappointing.
What the hell happened to that venue? It’s coming off my list. I mean, the audio was so bad that when the opening band introduced themselves as Holy Shit, I thought they said Holy Spirit. I didn’t even realize I had misheard until I looked at the poster at the end of the show.
Plus, fuck man, I guess we just aren’t cool enough for the scene. Oh well, it was an experience. On the drive home, we just laughed about how un-cool we are, esp in our old, pudgy, middle-age.
The good news is, the Killers concert is right around the corner. Super stoked. And I just scored tickets for OneRepublic at Mountain Winery in September. Yippee!