dead end friend

Guys. GUYS.

DAVE GROHL ON DRUMS AGAIN.

I know, if you follow me on Twitter, you're probably thinking that I should STFU about it.

But seriously. Them Crooked Vultures. NRGH. Also? I am still utterly entertained by the memory of John Paul Jones playing keytar.

ACL was awesome, even if Zilker Park was a gigantic mud pit Saturday and Sunday. It's like an all-day mud mask, right? (That's what I'm telling myself, instead of thinking about how unsanitary it probably really was.)

Anyway. Tim Lopez and the leprechaun and Nick Scimeca's boyfriend and the other dudes in that band tonight. Then it's back to work as usual tomorrow.

♥

all that I am

I used to get annoyed at people recording and photographing at shows, especially when the artists specifically expressed negative opinions on the matter. Now? I do it myself.

It occurred to me mid-way through a concert call to why_me_why_not that Ichtaca (that's my iPhone's name) can record voice memos.

So. I make no promises about the quality - the beginning is particularly noisy - but here's Snow Patrol performing Chasing Cars.