Last night, Hot Chick Anne, the Smart Men and I went to see Government Mule at the historic Fillmore Auditorium.
First we had dinner at the Buenos Aires Pizzeria, a local Argentine restaurant recommended by Anne. We tried some local dishes, and had gelato for dessert. Hmm...gelato!
The concert was opened by some local DJ who (apparently) used his iTunes account to mix music in a way that made us want to use our dentist-approved toothpicks to either permanently damage our hearing or perform on-the-spot lobotomies. It was bad. Especially since the crowd that would enjoy Gov't Mule, who has a very unique blues-inspired southern fried rock guitar-pr0n sort of sound, is typically not interested in the "creative" things you can do to the bass line of Santana's version of Black Magic Woman. Yuck. I wanted to pinch that D.J. Hard.
Gov't Mule was quite good. They played for two and a half hours, with a short intermission featuring a dance routine performed by their roadies. They're all consummate musicians, and they were obviously thoroughly enjoying themselves.
A good time was had by all, which means I'm even less interested than normal in spending time on my homework this morning.
*yawn*
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I had a good time despite the poor (in multiple senses of the word) DJ. Thanks so much for inviting me! :)
Anytime, Anne. You know you you're always welcome.
Hurray for the grat concert (less th DJ). Boo for the homework you have o do.
Take a nap this afternoon. Naps are our friend.
Roadies in a dance routine. Hell, that might have been worth the ticket right there.
Steve, it really was.
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