To completely gloss over the nobel winner...since I did not even come close to picking it correctly (well, i said Ishiguro, who is also British...well, he lives there....look, i'm just trying to make myself feel better, okay? I can pretend to be smart once in a while).
Last night was a strange, strange night. I was going to just go to sleep to shake this cold I have (avian flu). But I decided to go to a semi-obscure show. It was The Hat Party (local)/King of France/Robbers on High Street.
However, before getting to the show, I stopped off last minute to see a friend playing for the first time at a local restaurant. He had told me about three minutes before the end of the day and said he had a bunch of people that were coming.
So I show up, hoping to duck out early since he probably wouldn't notice if a big crowd of people were supposed to be there. Nope. Not a single other person showed up. And then the set started. He plays the guitar well....but...um.. ..maybe he was nervous, cuz his voice was crazy (not in a good way). It sounded like a mix between Tom Waits and Dylan...also not in a good way. But I have to give him credit, it was his first time and it was entertaining at least.
Then I went to the King of France show, and it was alot of fun. There was nobody there at all...about ten total...including the opening band. But they all played well despite the shitty turnout and were really grateful for all that showed up. It was fun, I wish someone else was there. Yup, livin the dream.
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