Cheers to McMenamin’s!

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I’ve decided that music venues should be segregated again. This time, though, by height and sex drive. Height would be broken down into different sectors. Physical barriers would be placed around the stage for each height sector. If friends wanted to stay together, they could opt to go to the sector designated for whichever friend is tallest. Then, one sector would be designated for couples. The ones that have a desperate need to grind. This sector may be difficult to manage. But it’s worth trying.

In all my life’s madness, I still get to do some things just for me. Like seeing live music. A lot of live music. I know I’m damaging my eardrums. And slowly going broke. But it brings me happiness.

Most of the shows I go to are small at intimate venues. I much prefer these to the huge ones at stadiums. I also prefer standing and dancing to sitting. The only downfall to a small venue is stage visibility. At small venues, you stand in a packed herd of people. And chances are, you’re standing behind a giant.

Over the past few months I’ve been fortunate to see the likes of Paolo Nutini, The Killers, The Dodos, Lisa Hannigan, David Gray, Regina Spektor, Hockey, Passion Pit and Vampire Weekend! Last night was Vampire weekend at the Crystal Ballroom. It was a good show with the exception of the people standing around me. The couple to my left was “having sex.” The guy in front of me was flapping around like a fish out of water. The couple was repulsive. They weren’t just grinding, they were doing something else––and bumping into me. And then, Flailing Fish Guy was coming two fish scales away from crashing into me the whole time. When I put my arm out to let him know you’re about to crush me! he turned around and gave me the worst looking, shriveled-up-prune, gremlin face ever. Like who was I to interfere with his precious moments of epileptic ecstasy?

All in all, however, the night was good. Not to mention: before the show, my friend and I got a bite to eat next door at Ringlers. Apparently our order took longer than it should have, so dinner was on the house. We did miss The White Rabbits who were the opening act, but I think we would have missed them anyway because we were running late ourselves. Oh, well. I’m not complaining.