Uff. Going out on school nights… Last night’s Golden Smog show made it especially difficult to get out of bed this morning. Was anyone else there? Want to send in your impromptu reviews? Am I the only one who thinks it wasn’t worth packing in with all those other sweaty, stinky bodies, with the occasional asshole hollering “Where’s Jeff?” I won’t even get into the fact that the guys quite obviously hadn’t rehearsed. By the time I got home, well past midnight, my mid thigh-length cotton dress was drenched and hanging down past my knees. And to make matters worse, I had been stupid enough to wear steel-toed cowboy boots (a decision based upon the experiences of all those peeps stepping on my toes at various other crammed concerts).
Whether or not you were at last night’s show, there’s another opportunity to live out what’s left of your rock-n-roll lifestyles tonight, when Beth Orton plays the same First Avenue main room. Now, I’ve seen her play live twice before. Both shows appeared/sounded boppy and, at the very least, rehearsed. This show’s gonna be hot!
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