Mar 05, 2006 11:35
So i went and saw casiotone for the painfully alone on Friday night.
It was in an alley, in a warehouse, in the belly of the LA beast.
It was cold, I wasn't that cold, but Amanda was.
We saw bums peeing in the alley.
One bum sang to us and I gave him two dollars.
I talked to "Ben Jibbard" and was put off a little bit. Or maybe I just successfully alienated him like I do everyone that I think is cool. (I am truly sick of doing this)
We rocked out to songs about Waffle House and ate some free pancakes. (Sweet!)
We listened to a shitty band play generic songs.
We waited a long time (9-12:30) to hear CFTPA.
He finally came on. It was pretty cool.
Amanda wanted to sit down, we did.
I wanted to leave before I started hating it there, we did.
I now have a killer cold. I had to call in to church ( I was supposed to play the piano today) and work.
Now what do I get when I listen to CFTPA? A funny feeling in my stomach. Partly because the music is sad, partly because he makes me feel sad.