Friday April 7, 2006-Guster For The First Time

Friday was a pretty awsome day. I don't remember what happened up to the point of the concert and I'm sure its not important except for me exploding an orange juice after something really sweet came to my mind. I could have just cured cancer or something but that orange juice exploded everywhere on the floor so the world will never know. After some problems with getting five people togethor we got into a tiny Ford Tempo and made our way to JSAYU(my name for it.) We went through an area where we thought we were going to be shot for sure and then to some really big mother fucking homes. We got lost for a little and in anger Max through the directions out the window which wasn't to smart for future use on the way home. We found the place finally and we got inside and found out that Zack and I were on the floor while Ryan, Max, and Drew were balcony Bitches(nothing against you.) Andrew Bird was amazing. He's incredible to me. He has a ton of talent and all you bitches just don't understand. I loved every minute of his performance. Except for Ginger Snaps or Ginger who came barging up to the front and trying to start a clap to get Andrew off the stage. It was so annoying and he kept clapping on this girls head so after about 2 minutes of his shit I look at him and go "No one here thinks your sweet. Stop clapping." He like "no dude, its cool." I'm like "no, none of these girls think your sweet with your clapping and your hitting that little girl in front of you in the head." He finally stops clapping but then he keeps touching this girl in front of me who me and Zack have named "Jenna." She looks at this kid and goes "if you touch me one fucking more time I'm blasting you in the face." So fucking funny. Then Zack had to deal with this big bearded kid who he has dubbed "Space Invader." You know your at a concert when your confort level has reached zero. Ryan is still a concert virgin because he was way up in the stands sitting confortable, sorry kiddo. Guster comes on and it was pretty fanfuckingtastic. I think I expected more of them but I believe that Zack built them up on a Pedestal that no matter how well they performed they couldn't reach the top. No encore was a bitch even though everyone heard them say "after the encore." Well, Jakes was having FREE 5$ Pizza And Wings but we were not able to find it so we settled at Roscos and had some pretty good chow for a very good price because our server spoke like 3 words of english. Finally getting home and having an awsome concert hangover ended the experience.

[first lines]
Rob: What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?
High Fidelity