Running on instinct, that's about it, see Rhett again, (yea don't give me shit anyone, who else is better for a 9pm show), and then Rosanne Cash at Stubbs. Whew, little did I know that I would sleep almost 13 hours when I would hit the sack.
There he is, Mr Purple lights behind him. Photo courtesy of Mr. Toshi, I couldn't stand being up from because some 7 foot tall apewoman groupie was making me batty.
Elysium for Japanese night is always fun, this year we saw Ellegarden, the Japanese version of Blink 182. I don't like Blink at all, but I admired the energy and enthusiasm from the band.
Midnight came, brought us to Exodus for Nine Black Alps, check out my view of the band, O wait, there is no band in the picture. Needless to say that gig was a wash, shitty band, shitty view. Ashley and I sit in the window for a SXSW recap conversation and called it a night.
My one and only video of the evening came at the Ellegarden show (video) -- In my place, the pit was very close to swallowing me up!

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