gotta gotta get up. before you get down.

sadly, the month of solid rock is now at an end. the fourth weekend in a row with a rock-ass concerts has just passed by with an intense show by the impossibles. they still haven’t let me down any time i’ve seen them. i don’t know any other band that flips out more than they do while in the midst of some major guitar pounding. and the crowd reacts insanely to this, which was why everyone in that place was sweating bullets and packed in tighter than fat sardines trying to get close to the band. it was hot in there too, but it didn’t seem to prevent the majority of us from going nuts and jumping and dancing and having a blast. what a great time!

we arrived late and missed the first two bands, and saw limbeck which wasn’t much of a thrill, and left after the impossibles robbing ozma of our attention, but sweating like i was there was no way i was going to enjoy any more standing around that place to a far less exciting show. impossibles really should have gone last and played more songs, that would have been far better.

i have to say this though, to try to get the word out. if you, or anyone you know, is in the habit of taking their shirt off in the sweating crowd of concertgoers, please, please, please tell them that it’s totally disgusting. sweating people in shirts at least have the layer of fabric to keep their sweat on their own bodies. topless guys slamming around in the crowd are the worst, because my forearm, in attempt to block them from totally rubbing all over me, has to slide against their slippery, sweaty bare skin, and i have to be fully aware that my arm just got coated in some other guy’s sweat. AAAAAAH! it’s not something i like to have happen. and you can’t tell me they don’t know that people have to touch them like this, it’s a crowded club. yuck. gross gross gross. major concert pet peeve. that and girls with big, huge, poofy amounts of hair that they don’t tie up or tie down or anything that stand right in front of me and bounce and make me eat mouthfuls of fluffy awfulness. gaaaaah…

alright enough complaining already. another high point: we called josh way down in australia last night to wish him happy birthday. it was great talking to him and we all miss him and we’re bad friends because we haven’t sent him presents yet (although mine are wrapped and waiting to be sent at least). plus i even played him a tiny bit of the arrogant worms song “happy happy birthday song”, which we’ve sort of started a tradition of playing instead of singing happy birthday, and dancing around all crazy. he appreciated that too.

today, well, who knows what. i’ll have to relay that information as it becomes available.