When I first got to Bmore, Tass asked if I wanted to go see the Lemonheads with her. Now, I was passingly familiar with the Lemonheads thanks to their cover of Mrs. Robinson but it was really thanks to Holly's effusive odes to Evan Dando that I really had any sort of knowledge regarding their music.
The show was last night and oh my, was the people watching hilarious. The median age of the crowd had to have been 35+ and aside from Tass and her guy, it was past all of our bedtimes. Oh, the yawning. Including me, I freely admit. The first band went on a little after 9 and according to Tass, they were awful (I thought they were perfectly fine. Ah, when utils collide.) Then there were a couple of other acts, one guy who was excellent and one girl and her band. The girl did a couple of songs solo before joining the group and oh, the emo. They would have been right at home in an episode of Buffy, where she's making moon eyes over Angel while at the Bronze. Of course this only added to the yawning.
Random, sort of economics sidebar. I don't understand why the main act goes on at the end of the night. You pay for your ticket, opening acts included but by the time the main act goes on, people are tired, my backs hurt, shoes are starting to be painful (I totally wore flats with socks and did not care at all), level of drunkeness is rising and attention is waning. I'd think the acts would want to get people when the energy and excitement is at its peak. And I imagine some get excited with the anticipation and being in the crowd but...not me.
Anyway, Buffy girl (who was wearing lace leggings as pants) goes off and at 11:30, the Lemonheads came onstage. 2 hours past my bedtime! But unlike the woman I saw at one of the upper level tables with her eyes closed sleeping, I stifled the yawns and got into the show. And they did a great job. Really good sound, fun set, two thumbs up. Although. Mr. Dando does not seem to be into the audience interaction part of performing. In fact, there were several eye rolls. Not that the crowd cared. (Though people were pissed when they didn't sing Mrs. Robinson)
But the show was fun, the night was enjoyable, and thanks to the time change, we ended up eating french fries at 3am.
Take that 5am weekday wakeup, you will not rule my life!
Is completely besides the point that I'm typing this in bed now, at 3:30, gearing up for dinner tonight with my aunt. (I have to drive places! Aaaaagh.)