I just realized that the guy in Finance can sing. And the thoughts of him serenading me suddenly gushed into my mind. Sadly, I think my coworker Wendy has a better chance with him than I do. That noise you hear crumbling and tearing? Do you hear it? Listen carefully, because that's my heart.
He plays at the Dresden every Sunday, which I might have to go check him out one of these days. Not to be a stalker, but I should hear him live. I'm still finding it hard to believe that the voice in those songs are him. And if Finance guy happens to read this, I can assure you I will not become a groupie.
Speaking of checking out music, I went to go see The Deadly Syndrome last night at The Scene, and I was sorely disappointed. If I'm dragging my ass all the way to Glendale, it better be worth it. And they were not worth the trip. They seemed to be too inebriated to put on a decent show, and did not handle their equipment malfunction with aplomb. Even the band that headlined for them was better. What a waste of good Saturday evening. I should've gone to Vanguard to check out Cedric Gervais. Maybe I'll go to Vanguard next week, when Paul Van Dyk is playing. Yes, the only remedy to a bad night of indie is unforgiving beats of electronic house.
3 comments:
ouch, what got you out to the show in the first place?
Nice review, burn in hell.
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