Made the (last-minute) decision to go to the Fishbone show at the Bouquet last night, and I have to say, I'm glad I went. The whole evening was filled with funky, thumping music -- the only thing missing was the man, who has to get up at 6 to be at work. Went with a friend from work and we chilled and enjoyed all three bands.
Locals Kamphire Collective opened, and they were followed by Expendables from Santa Cruz -- they would be the very loud offspring of Sublime and Green Day if the bands mated. I was set to pick up a CD from one of the openers and then Fishbone played their set. Nevermind. Nothing against the other two bands, but Fishbone put on one of the best shows I've ever seen. High energy, great music, great lyrics. I just couldn't hear at the end of the night, which was OK.
I think I take music for granted. It's always there, I always want it to be there, but things like iTunes and my iPod make it so available. Seeing a live show reminds me why music is fun.
Work is going OK as well. Still trying to get used to the schedule and have put in a request to move to a later start time. There's just too much I want to do in the evenings and having to be in bed by 8 or 9 really puts a damper on things. We'll see how that goes.
Dog is shedding like a beast. I keep brushing and he keeps shedding. I know shibas are supposed to have a double coat, but I swear he's got 3 or 4 coats. The hair will not go away and he looks kinda mangy. Still cute, still a pain, but mangy. Poor pup. I'll eventually get him a page here as well so the world can experience his Roscoe-ness.
Yeah, mindless drivel. Must be time to quit.
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