I know it looks like I haven’t been going to see any bands lately or supporting local music in any way but you’d be wrong to think that. What you’d be right to think is that I went and got too drunk to write rationally about it. So, for the record, in the last couple of weeks I went to The Brewery on the 19th, 26th and last night and went to Downtown Live and caught the Tubes and Cracker on the 27th.  Out of all the bands I saw at The Brewery I recall exactly two of the bands’ names*. Why two, you ask? One was Hotspur. I remember their name because they had cards printed that they had laying around for people to pick up. I remember MecanIkill because he said his name several times during his set. See my previous whining bitch posts about bands and why you should pimp you band. I’ve liked several of the bands I saw over the last few weeks but will never get to see them play again unless I luck into it. This is not the way to make it as a musician and give up your day job as a barrista at Starbuck’s, kids.

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Sorry. I didn’t feel like posting last night. JPS is clearly a polished band that is probably headed places. The music was tight, the stage presence polished, and Leah knows how to work a crowd. They were really good.

I know this is stupid but what bothered me most was the two guys standing in front of me. I’m sure one of the two of them wears a short sleeved oxford with his employer’s name embroidered above the pocket for his day job. If I had to guess I’d say one was a salesman at Staples and the other was an assistant manager a Burger King. Niether could be cool if you fucking shipped them to McMurdo Station.  They both stood there with their hands in their pockets except for the occasional odd gesture. Then they’d return to looking uncool. Whatever. LOL.