to all the shows I could have gone to...
This last weekend there were a lot of great shows. I was stoked to have seen M. Ward, but I actually think I might have enjoyed the A.C. Newman show more. Or even the super cheap Husbands show at the Utah.And then Saturday night, instead of drinking myself into the unproductive blob of sleepytummyachegirl I became on Sunday, I should have hit either that Ex-Boyfriends show at the Hemlock - or the crazy Rev. Horton Heat show at the Fillmore.
And now this week there's Deerhoof tomorrow night, that I'm just not going to just because. But I'd like to see them open for someone sometime. If you go, lemme know how it is.
And then Thursday and Friday night my beloved Wrens, who I fell in love with seeing them twice at SXSW and having them rock my socks off - are playing at GAMH. AND JYPU are opening (!) and I will miss them as I'll be in, of all places: INDIANA! Criminy. I can't even talk about it.
And the night before I leave, I wanted to go see Camera Obscura, but since my flight is at the godawful hour of 6:30am, which means I have to wake up at 4:30 (!) I have to be home to sleep & pack instead.
I'm excited to see my family and all, but *sniff* it's already making me grumpy missing these good shows.
signed,
big fat crybaby
