I'm in a writing funk again. There was so much that happened this weekend, but I didn't feel like writing one damn word about it. Funny thing is, I'll more than likely forget much of it in a matter of months. I never seem to give reviews of concerts. I just can't do it. Both shows I went to were awesome. I liked Marc's show on Wednesday more. The bass player on Friday night was looking at me the entire time. I guess a redhead in a bright ass white shirt is eye catching. After the show I went up to Azusa and spent some time with a neato person named Anthony. That was the night/morning I got in as the first rays of sunlight peaked over the horizon. Hmmm. I never knew I could make it home from Azusa in 25 minutes, but I did. Thank my lucky stars I didn't die. Sunday Jason took me out to George's for my birthday. God, how I've missed such great food! Veggie dolmas will be the death of me. Strolled down to Fingerprints for the Ed Harcourt in store. Aparently Rand (the owner) is good friends with Nick at work, and they were playing some new Greater California tracks. I was able to pick up a pretty rare Joseph Arthur 4 disk EP. It's most of the stuff he wrote on the Junkyard Hearts tour, right before he hit the studio. Great find.

Poking around the Hotel Café website, I found this guy, Gus Black. He's playing the day C flies in, June 26th, which is a total bummer! He's good, and I think C would like him. We'll see what I can pull off. I'm off to pee. 2 liters of water equates to a serious bathroom break.
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