Last Week: Lemonheads
When I met my husband in 1998, he came equipped with a full set of Lemonheads CD's that he plays a LOT. I've come to appreciate their garage band sound. So, I was kind of psyched to see them in concert. We got in early and stuck to the floor. Dando had to come out to tune his own guitar and I was shocked at how old he looked. I had a vague image in my head of him looking like this:
But he actually looked more like this:
I heard a few years back that he had gotten cleaned up and off of some drugs. But he sure didn't look it with his greasy hair and skinny frame. But he sang his heart out over his buzzing guitar and we danced and danced.
I forgot my f&^%cking ear plugs again, so my poor ears rang and rang for the next two days. Going out on a Tuesday night is pretty brutal these days. I knew I'd be exhausted there. I ended up leaving Rich to watch the encore by himself because I wanted to be home to relieve the friend who was babysitting for us. He ended up jogging home from the Paradise in a thunderstorm. He came home wet but elated and very, very surprised that his shoes hadn't fallen apart on the way.
Not bad for a old lady evening.