I pick up my friends and we start to rideFirst of all, I love walking into First Ave. So much has happened in that building, so many historic performances (and ghosts!), and that permeates the entire club. I took one of my most enthusiastic and positive friends, L, so we geeked out together on the walk over to the club. It's passing strange to be in any club now, though, and not be choked with smoke. I'm not complaining - this was the first time I felt safe in the pit - but it was odd.
Moby rocked. He was simultaneously shy and hyper-kinetic, and said "thank you" at least 5 times after every song: "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou." He had a great back-up band, it was a
very well-crafted song set, and the lighting was fantastic. I'm such a geek - I was admiring their smart lights. They looked like big black dinosaur eggs, and were very well-used. L & I were watching the breakdown after the concert, and we noticed that some of the equipment must have used to belong to The Black Crowes, as their stencil was on over half of the cases.
So. Good night, great concert, fabulous venue. Afterwards, L & I met up with everyone at the Market, wherein Z discovered that he probably could have made it to the concert in time (it started at 9:15, he walks offstage at 9). Woe. Still, much fun was had until I dragged Z home and put us both to bed.
I'm feeling pretty good, if a little tired. I'm also doing the PMS-bloaty thing, so my body issue demons and I are having a fun discussion.
Pardon me while I brag on my husband.
Here he is last August.....
( Click here to see him now..... ) Damn. I'm just so proud of him. Now I need to kick myself back in gear.