seventeen years ago, my mother made us leave bowie’s sound & vision concert before it was over. she was driving, and wanted to avoid the mad rush of cars exiting merriweather. boy, did that piss me off.

at nearly one o’clock this morning, i was more than happy to leave the she wants revenge gig before the last song. (although i’ll be bummed if i find out they played ‘kidnap the sandy claws’.) it was too loud. it was too late. i was too tired. and i wasn’t even driving.

at least dc’s gone smokefree. so i can fall asleep without smelling cigarette smoke in my hair.

(opening bands: the start - a name that destines them to be nothing but an opening act (and as long as they keep the gwen-stefani-channelling-siouxsie-sioux lead singer, that’s all they deserve to be) - and kenna, who dances just like a white boy. but a bit more fluidly. with a ton more energy.)