Too tired, too drunk

As I write this, I imagine that this title has graced many a blog entry, but I told my friends I would blog the show I went to, so I am. My friend Matt played a gig tonight above the sports bar just down the street. His wife is teaching at the local high school as a long term temp and some of her students were there. I forget what their gang is called, something about an edge. They don't drink or do drugs, but do beat the shit out of kids who do. Another first in the tyranny of the pious. I drink, but am a pacifist. I think this is better than being alcohol free but a total prick.

These kids started clapping off the beat when Matt did a cover of Shout by Tears for Fears. He called them out, saying, "Hey, you straight edgers are clapping like you're drunk! I thought you didn't drink!" At this, they became indignant and angry and stormed out.

The next band had a lead singer who sounded like Natalie Merchant. They did a cover of Bright Eyes; This is the First Day of My Life. Good stuff, but not angsty enough.



The way to defeat the Christian Nationalist movement is to kill it with kindness. Seriously.