Walking sixth street with the smoking ban is interesting. You see a pack of smokers outside almost every club. Serious kudos for the girls walking about in tube tops in the 50 degree weather. They must be going to a hip club or something, wanting to look pretty for all the hot guys.
What can you say about a night of inspiring music? It's amazing how thru the course of a gig you can go from shitty mood to great mood, if the music is right. You can't really describe brilliance, or figure out how to promote it higher than the next, brilliance speaks for itself, and that's just what was on tap for the evening.
Chris Brokaw, the opener, amazing guitarist from Boston to Austin, sitting there with his Martin guitar and tambourine strapped to his foot, keeping rhythm and playing the easiest I can describe as 'complicated' music. A great melody he played about 'a city in East Germany that we bombed to hell one night', I'm assuming Dresden, in which 135,000+ were killed in one night of firebombing. After his set, I could only imagine what the likes of American Analog Set would be.
Serious props for the boys in the band not 'selling out', staying true to the their trade, producing a sound that isn't easily digestible to pop culture, but I suppose I like it better that way.
Hopefully they WILL be like KISS, and keep 'going away' but not really going away.

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