as with most saturday nights, i spent this one at a new-agey nu-metal concert. i was alone, save for my leather jacket and raybans, and, of course, my deep-seated emotional insecurities.
it was an early gig, starting at around 4 pm and ending right now (i'm a journalist. i like to stay recent, so recent that the things i'm writing about are literally right in the present. the concert is still happening. maybe it hasn't started yet. maybe i'm in the middle of it, maybe we're all in the middle of a great galactic concert, ending with the stars and starting with where our feet touch the ground). the opening set was some indie band from north carolina with a bad mumford impression and clothes that were so ripped they reminded me of hulk hogan.
then it was time for the show. it was an unimpressive mariachi band complete with spanish guitars and poached yodelers, and even a few puppies in the back (any self-respecting band should have a few. they're a necessity to the modern music world). i quite liked the backing vocals and the underlying bass line. very upper-east side bluegrass.
the party ended with a special guest. it was george lopez, but he didn't know it yet. all in all, a great performance. 5/5 would eat there again!
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