Notify, Volume II

More "NOT-ify"...

Let's begin with some Zman recs. Z's favorite Notify track is this version of "Gin House Blues" by Nina Simone...
 

According to Z, "also available on Notify is the original version of I'm That Type of N**** by the Pharcyde which slaps orders of magnitude harder than the Spotify version (I assume there's a copyright issue with the sample)":

Back to the Whitney channel, here what's airing on my Notify waves...

Egregiously on Notify: De La Soul. Rob lamented this absence to me, Z has said it before, and it's a fact. We could put most anything below and it wouldn't be on mass streaming music, but we'll start at the start: album #1.

Arcade Fire does a killer take on my favorite Clash song.

And here's The Clash themselves with an early instrumental you can only find on Super Black Market Clash, "Listen." 

Aztec Camera taking Van Halen down a notch...

Camper van Beethoven - Last time was Key Lime Pie, here's Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart. Starts out with a classic, Eye of Fatima. Favorites include a postmodern "O Death," "One of These Days," "Turquoise Jewelry," and "Tania," the rare song about Patty Hearst and the SLO.

Enjoy, and post more random stuff you can't find on the major music sites.

Rob Lasso: Episode Seven

“You know what the happiest animal on Earth is? It’s a goldfish. You know why? Got a ten-second memory. Be a goldfish, Sam.”

Ever since I started documenting my first foray into coaching high school kids, I've been waiting for the right time to use that Ted Lasso quote. Yesterday afternoon, like manna from Heaven, the Lord provided.

It was hot at the outset of our district playoff opener on Monday, so much so that our athletic trainer wouldn't let us warm up on the artificial turf field on which we play our games. That heat turned out to create an advantage for us.

In the rubber match against a cross-town opponent we had the biggest crowd of our season to date, augmented by the full boys' varsity squad, who played in the second half of our soccer doubleheader. They were vocal and amusing, but they were disappointed when we went down 1-0 midway through the first half when our outside back pushed up to high and left Mac on an island with a pacy winger.

We evened the match a couple of minutes later when Dee won a ball in midfield and slipped Jennie free down the left wing. The latter got her defender on her hip and lashed a rocket inside the far post.

In the heat, our coach substituted liberally from the early minutes, while our opponent stayed with her top 13-14 players. That started to make a difference in the second half as we began to impose our will. Roo poster her opponent up and laid a ball off to Soph who blasted the gilt-edged chance over the bar.

Shortly thereafter Kenny rose up in traffic to win a header from a corner, and the ball fell to Soph, who shanked it...and it spun over the keeper's head and in. Looks like a rocket in the box score.

With 20 minutes to play, Kenz played an inch perfect diagonal ball into Sid's run. Sid slices through the tiring opponent's back line, and patiently slotted into the corner to put us up 3-1.

We had a breakdown in the back just a few minutes later to give one back and set up a nervy final 15. 

All hands on deck defending, and all fingernails chewed to the quick on the bench. With less than a minute to play, the opponent's district MVP striker slipped inside our back line, rounded Ellie, and was thwarted by emergency defensive work by Dutch and Breezy. Ellie came off her line just enough to force the striker wide, and that made all the difference as we held on for the 3-2 win.

Yesterday in practice, I was talking to Sid, who was down on herself because she didn't play very well (according to her). To which I said, "You know what the happiest animal on Earth is, Sid?"

I think you know the rest.

The win gives us another shot at the undefeated district champs, with a berth in the regional tournament on the line. The last time these girls played a full season, they were winless, so our 5-6 mark represents forward progress. But I'm sayin' there's a chance. We've got to play smart and physical, and we're gonna need to get a little bit lucky, and we need to forget about our first game against this team.

We need to be goldfish.

Happy Birthday to Rob! Let's all have a drink -- TOGETHER.

Here's to the tiny dictator, our fearless leader, the Artist Formerly Known as Squirrel, Meat, Rob Lasso, DJ Robbie Robb, Popcorn, Batogato, the Lord of Leesburg, and whatever else the people are calling him these days. Rob will forever be born one day too early, but nonetheless, Happy Birthday, buddy.

Let's have a drink to celebrate Area 51 of his life.  Well, after reading this article published last week in The Atlantic, you might either reconsider that drink or double down.

This is one of the finer periodical pieces I've come across in some time. It tickles the fancy of an elbow-bender like me not merely because of its 90-proof content but because of exhaustive research, sheer readability, and smoothly dropped gems like "By the late 1990s, the volume of alcohol consumed annually had declined by a fifth." Heh heh. I get it.

Not only do I encourage you to read it, but I am inspired to read the brand new book from which quite a bit of data is drawn: Drunk: How We Sipped, Danced, and Stumbled Our Way to Civilization by Edward Slingerland. And by that I mean I am inspired to tell Dave to read it and give me a SoD review, stat.

Drunk. A title not to be confused with the song "Wasted" by Black Flag (which you read about here). (Also covered amusingly by Camper van Beethoven.) But the title says it all, doesn't it?

A few tidbits from the article: 

• "The Mayflower landed at Plymouth Rock because the Pilgrims were going through the beer too quickly."
• Prohibition actually worked as intended.
• "About 10 million years ago, a genetic mutation left our ancestors with a souped-up enzyme that increased alcohol metabolism 40-fold."
• Göbekli Tepe was the first recorded pub -- 10,000 B.C.
• Alcohol is actually proven to do a lot of good for humans* -- both in stress relief as well as enhancing creativity and sociability.
• Those come with asterisks of not only *in moderation but also *in social situations.
• Drinking alone, despite what George Thorogood, is a really bad idea.
• "The health toll of social disconnection is estimated to be equivalent to the toll of smoking 15 cigarettes a day."
• Also, the advent of liquor took the world from pleasantly drunk on wine and beer to super hammered and not pleasant.
• There's a timeline of drunk in America, and it's trended upward a LOT of late.

And most relevantly to my life:

• The Ballmer Peak! It's "the notion, named after the former Microsoft CEO Steve Ballmer, that alcohol can affect programming ability. Drink a certain amount, and it gets better. Drink too much, and it goes to hell."

At least one of you knows precisely where I'm going with this. 

Every time I play darts, especially with Dave, I start off as a middle-of-the-pack talent. Because we always drink when we play darts, I inevitably throw a few back, after which I will become preternaturally good at the game. Bullseyes grow wide. Streaks are a-plenty. Wins come easily. It's uncanny. And regular as a bran-fed bulldog.

And then... bullseyes snap shut. Darts are heaved as if the game were being played by a first-timer. Walls are damaged. It's even more uncanny. And just as routine.

This cycle has rung true for other folks but bizarrely, hyperbolically true for me. The Lester Peak is real. Know your teammate, people. (And also know the Zman Curve.)

Anyway, read the article. And have a drink with me soon. To Rob!

Rob Lasso: Episode Six

“Our goal is to go out like Willie Nelson — on a high!” -- Ted Lasso

This is the point in our story where we've done some character development and established the broadcontours of our plot. As is customary at this juncture in most serials, this episode is a montage that builds to our final act. Buckle your seatbelts, 'cause we're covering five games with my customary brevity and economy of words. Succinctly, quickly, if you will. Rapid fire. No flowery language or meandering on the way to the point. Not here. Not now.

When we left our kids, they'd won three straight and started to believe in themselves. Bumps appeared in the road. We played a tough opponent, skilled and physical, and they hit us in the metaphorical face. We were down a goal quickly, and should've been down three in the first ten minutes, but righted the ship and looked to make it to halftime down one. Until we gave up a breakaway in the final minute of the first half.

"Make 'em feel you", we once again implored our nice, polite girls. And sure enough, they fought back. Roo battled, won a ball, fed Kenz on the win, and she blasted a ball past the other team's exceptional keeper...off the post. But the ball bounced in our favor, and Little Ab contorted her body to convert an acrobatic volley for our first goal.

Ellie made a couple of sloppy mistakes that took the wind out of our sails, which bracketed a scrappy goal by Kenny, and we wound up losing a 4-2 game that couldashoulda been a draw.

In the second half, Roo went up for a 50/50 ball with an opposing players, and their heads cracked together. The other player left the game, and we found out the next day that Roo had concussion symptoms. She came to practice dying to play regardless. The trainer told her she could run two laps and nothing else, so I drew the duty of keeping her from doing an extra lap. We might need to strap her down, 'cause that kid's like the offspring of the Energizer Bunny and the Tasmanian Devil.

We lost the next game, 3-0, to the undefeated district leaders. The kids got overrun early, and it looked like a long night was in the offing. But we upped the ante physically and held them scoreless in the second half. Kenz, who's a slight freshman, was excellent, and the boys' team (who had their game cancelled and showed up to support us) hyped her loudly.

After the game, Sid's mom sought me out to share how much she appreciates how I'm working with her kid, which was humbling and really kind. 

Our school system eliminated the requirement that coaches wear masks, which led to a funny moment before our final home game of the season. Mac said, "Coach, did you get a haircut? You look different."

"Mac", I said, "You've never seen my face before."

Breezy, who was listening in, said "Coach is a babyface!"

Better than a heel, for sure.

The rest of the evening wasn't that fun. We left the field on the wrong end of an inexplicably bad 2-0 loss on Senior Night. They're a decent team, with one very good player, but we were lost for long stretches in the first half - we didn't record a single shot. Another scoreless second, so some modest progress, but we need to figure something out.

After the game, we announced the roster for our first and only JV game of the year, a mix of kids that don't get much varsity time and a couple of freshmen who do. At the time we made the list, we thought we had 13 players. Then Roo and another kid got hurt, leaving us with 11. Until an hour before gametime when another kid (who we aren't gonna name, for reasons that will become obvious) informed us that she had a doctor's appointment and couldn't make the game.

Difficult, that.

So I made my high school head coaching debut playing down a woman against a team with a full complement. We were by far the better team, outshooting our opponent by something on the order of 20-6. We hit posts, missed open nets, and did our damnedest to find creative ways not to score. They blooped one over our keeper, took advantage of our center back slipping and falling in the middle of the field, scored off a ball that bounced off our player's back on a clearance, and hit us on the counter late in the game after I went to three in the back to try to score. 

Lost, 4-0. Weirdest dame game I've seen in a while.

Lily, who's a junior who doesn't play much on Varsity but was effective in this game, came off the field pissed like I didn't know she had in her. Little did she know that the kid who had the "doctor's appointment" posted pictures on her social media from a track meet that she attended instead of showing up for her team.

When I learned that, I asked myself, What Would Ted Lasso Do? And what he'd do, which is what I'm doing, is not let that player get on the field again until she makes amends to the teammates she let down. 

A little sour note in what's been a really excellent experience to date, and we washed it away with our final regular season game.

We traveled for our finale to face a team that beat us, 2-0, in a game we controlled earlier in the season. Our kids were really good. Despite missing three starters who were out of town for a travel tournament, we were by far the better side. Dutch moved into midfield because of the lineup change, and dominated on both offense and defense. Jennie was denied by a spectacular save. Lily, who was still pissed from the JV game, played her best Varsity minutes to date. Ellie didn't have to do a ton, but made the smart plays and kept a clean sheet. And Mac, who plays a defensive-minded center back and was competing in the final regular season game of her career, scored her first-ever high school on a free kick from 30 yards out. That's all we needed, and that's all we got.

The 1-0 win gave us fourth place in our district, which means we host a home game tonight against a team we've played twice already. They beat us, 4-1, in our season opener and we repaid them the favor a few weeks later when Breezy shut down their star striker and we tallied a pair to win, 2-0. A win gets us another crack at the regular season champions.

By this time tomorrow, we'll know if today's the last day of my first season as a professional coach. I hope it's not. But either way, I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Rainbow's Clues

Those of you with children of a certain age will recall Blue's Clues with fondness. Bright, goofy, good-hearted, the kids' show entertained my little ones no small amount. 

So I was more than a little amused this week to learn that the show's newest iteration has inflamed passions on the right with a subversive(ish) little video celebrating Pride Month:

Queer activist and winner of Miss Congeniality in season 11 of RuPaul's Drag Race Nina West voices the body-positive and inclusive song in the video. In response to the predictably unhinged and intolerant response, West said, "I will always continue to choose kindness and positivity and lead with love."

I think we can all get down with that. Even (especially?) if it involves a queer dolphin in a wheelchair.

Up on the Roof

Now that the pandemic is over, expect some crazy live music stunts. Weird locales and impromptu concerts.  Let this be a good residual effect of what has been so bad for so long.

Like, maybe... concerts on the rooftop?  It's happened before!

Here are 4 instances of rooftop performances in rock history.

Jefferson Airplane, New York City, 1968
Edgy (NSFW because of the first loud shout from the band to command your attention), short, and lots of fun. Like Rob in college. The po-po shut it down pretty quick and with extreme prejudice.

Madness, Buckingham Palace, England, 2012
Awfully cool to play from atop the Palace, though it was official and a bit contrived. Still, I love Madness, and there's a nice juxtaposition that exists between this worldwide mega-clip atop the royals and the same song pseudo-performed by the same band in front of the lads' flat on The Young Ones in 1982. (I like the earlier gig better.)

U2, Los Angeles, 1987
Oh, the fuzz. They don't like musical mayhem in the streets, do they? This one is also a bit contrived, but it's got a bit of Edge to it, eh? It's the best video of the lot, by design.

The Beatles, London, 1969
The one that defines "rooftop concert." This remains the last Beatles live performance ever, atop Apple Studios in the UK. There's a backstory, and Billy Preston, and coppers, natch. Read the many stories and the countless factoids about the episode. But watch the short gig, and check out the wonderful "Don't Let Me Down." To know it was their last always grabs me.

Random Idiots, playing on or under a roof near you soon.

Notify, Volume I

That's pronounced "NOT-ify"...

I love Spotify.  I was slow to jump in on it, since I had (have) a hard drive with 36,000+ songs on it that I have collected, compiled, bought, beg, borrowed, and maybe even stolen across three decades. After a while, since I didn't possess the technology to access my HD anywhere on the globe, I could no longer deny the convenience that Spotify offers. It's pretty cool.

For a while, certain musical artists held out from the platform for purist or purely pecuniary reasons. And in truth, a lot of them weren't being selfish; it's well known that Spotify pays artists exactly jack diddley. Such is life as a rock and roller in the 21st century. Ask Rootsy, Les Coole, and Greasetruck.

Anyway, Spotify certainly does the trick for me, and these days, by now mostly everyone and everything is up there.  Mostly.

Some of my favorite stuff isn't there. Cool stuff I'd love to put on a playlist and expose to music fiends and friends everywhere. I don't just mean live stuff, there are cool studio tracks and one-off moments that should be shared.  So here I go with Volume I of Notify.

Brian Wilson sings "Brian Wilson"... I love this.

Still my favorite mash-up of all time...

A random one. When I was 15, someone gave my dad UB40's Little Baggariddim EP on cassette for his 40th birthday. UB40, get it? Hilarious. Anyway, he never bothered with it and I scooped it up.
The hit was the cover of "I Got You Babe" with Chrissie Hynde. I quickly skipped past that for a mini-treasure trove with "Don't Break My Heart," "Hip Hop Lyrical Robot," the super great/green "Mi Spliff," and a new and improved version of one of their early hits, "One in Ten." You can't find this version anywhere except on this EP, and I dig it the most.

Camper van Beethoven / David Lowery had a bone to pick with Spotify, and a $43 million lawsuit settlement caught some attention. A bit of Camper's stuff is still missing from Spotify, including most of Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart and Key Lime Pie. 

Here's the latter. You've heard their cover of "Pictures of Matchstick Men," but again, I'd skip over it most of the time. Check out the three song mega-tandem of "When I Win the Lottery," "(I Was Born in a) Laundromat,", and "Borderline." 


Enjoy, and post more random stuff you can't find on the major music sites.

A Return to Normalcy, Alternatively Titled "How I learned to stop worrying and love the vaccine"

I went zwoman's cousin's wedding on Saturday.  I don't like weddings but Robbie is a nice kid so I minimized my pissing and moaning.  I first met the bride a few years ago at a different cousin's wedding and I thought she was a stripper.  Her dress wasn't so much a dress as it was a collage of filmy fabrics of varying degrees of transparency.  There was sufficient opacity over the key bits and pieces to avoid causing an uproar but she was remarkably open about what she's working with.

Apparently this is how the bride's distaff friends and family all dress for weddings regardless of their age.  I saw a few things I cannot unsee.  It was as if all the mannequins from Dorothy's came to life.  There were more clear-heeled stilettos than Centerfold's and The Glass Slipper combined. 

No one wore a mask.  NJ's mask mandate ended on Friday so if you're vaccinated you don't have to wear a face covering indoors.  There were about 200 people at this wedding and maybe two were masked.  Even if 95% of the attendees were vaccinated there were still about 10 who weren't, and I'm willing to wager the number is more like 75%.  Hopefully this won't turn out to be a superspreader event.  The venue staff were masked but it was still really weird at first.  zwoman's elderly aunt insisted on hugging and kissing me so I went with the flow--her grandson was getting married and I didn't want to cause a commotion.

My concerns soon faded as I leaned in on my trust in Pfizer's mRNA technology.  A not insignificant proportion of the bride's family is Italian and they're from central NJ.  This is a great combo for wedding food.  The ceremony was relatively brief and we hastily retreated to the open bar area which was surrounded by the classic NJ Italian over-the-top appetizer spread.  There was a massive fish from which servers pulled meat to form fish tacos.  There was a small pig from which servers pulled meat to form pulled pork.  There was a cured meat display complete with the obligatory prosciutto meat curtains.  There was sausage bread (zwoman's family is originally from Jersey City and sausage bread is a regional delicacy).  There was duck breast and a mac and cheese bar and tons of passed hors d'oeuvres in case you got hungry walking from one face-stuffing station to the next.  Everyone chomped openly and notoriously within inches of each other.  It was just like every Jerzy style wedding I went to before the plague.  It was eminently normal.

The bride and groom did the required first dance, as did the bride and her dad, and then the groom with his mother and each of his grandmothers.  Right on cue, the bridesmaids cried and dabbed at their tears between their massive fake eyelashes and the black rivers of mascara.  The groomsmen were surprisingly toolish and I found one puking in the men's room around 10:30 pm.  So it goes.

At some point the bride changed out of her dress into something more comfortable.  It was minimally slutty--it reminded me of the dress Katanga gave Marion Ravenwood in Raiders of the Lost Ark.

I guess this costume change was the DJ's cue to get grimy.  This provoked the bride and her homegirls to shake it on the dance floor, which is fine with me as a general matter.  At one point though I heard a familiar strain of music, and the sound of a woman having sex, and then "Real hot girl shit" and then "And if the beat live you know Lil Ju made it."  My eyes snapped to the dance floor and I saw the look of elation on all the young women's faces.  They recognized this song too.  An instant later, the speakers blared "Body-ody-ody-ody" over and over again.  The bride, in her satiny white Marion Ravenwood dress, bent over in front of the entire assemblage of friends and family, and made her ass clap.  For an eternity.

I'm no prude.  I welcome this stuff under normal conditions.  But I just watched this woman forsake all others for Robbie.  She's a wife now!  She can't be clapping her ass at the front of the room like that.  Her father was there!  Robbie just danced with his Grandma Carol and his Grandma Stella on that dance floor!  It wasn't right.

On the bright side, this gave cover to all the other twenty-somethings to make their asses clap too.  And as I already established many of them were questionably attired so it was something else.  Everyone knew the words so there was a lot of singing along.  Every single man under 35 wound up on the dance floor too, working their way behind a receptive clapping ass.  Love in the time of covid, I guess.

So even those youngsters were vaccinated, it could've been a superspreader event of a different sort.

It's nice to see everyone getting back out there again even if it results in incurable venereal disease.

First Ten ... Concerts

First in the long series never to have another installment, First Ten …

Hi, Gheorghies. I am still alive, just been laying low and finally returning back to some resemblance of normalcy. Anyway, someone asked me a little while ago what was the first concert I ever attended. This got me thinking, could I list out my first ten shows? My first thought went right to The Cars show I saw in NH, but I was quickly reminded by my mom about my real first show. Now for your enjoyment, not really, it’s just filler. Prepare yourself for some poor grammar.

#1 - Shaun Cassidy - Some point 1977

Mom’s favorite artist at the time. Took me and my bothers to the show. Somewhere in VA/DC area – might have been wolf trap. Vaguely remember being at this show but remember that damn album cover with him wearing the cheesy ass sweater next to a piano.

 

 

#2 - The  Cars - 1980 Summer NH – Hampton Beach SeaShell Amphitheater. 

 

We would make the journey up from VA to Hampton Beach NH almost every summer with the family. I remember this show. The amphitheater was right on the boardwalk (I think it’s gone now). My older cousins greatly influenced my musical tastes and really started me down my rabbit hole of off-center listening habits. Every summer they would supply me and my older bother with mix tapes. Two songs by each artist. Heavily influenced by new wave as the next few shows play out.

#3 - O.M.D. - Warner Theater DC 1984 (Set list)

First true concert where it was only my older brother and myself. He was a new driver and our parents let us drive into DC for the show. He’d never driven in DC before and proceed to blow through stop light after stop light until he realized the lights were on the sides of the streets. I do remember the opening band had major equipment problems. They had to restart/reboot their sequencers multiple times. This cut into the OMD set.

 #4 - New Order /A Certain Ratio- DAR Constitution Hall DC 1985 (Set List)

Another journey into the district with my older brother. I was disappointed with the show. This was in the early days where they played everything in time with a computer for some of the sound effects and Bernard Sumner was drunk and sounded awful. It was a mess of a show.

#5 - Howard Jones Merriweather Post MD 1985 (Set List) 

I actually did not like Howard Jones at the time, and still don’t. But my older brother and I began hanging out with some local kids who were also into new wave/punk music around this time. And one of the kids loved HJ’s music. So we got roped into this show. I’ll never forget getting a ride home in George’s Audi GT Coupe hauling ass back to Middleburg on all the back roads. I always wanted to own one after that ride.

 

#6 - Echo & the Bunnymen - DAR Constitution Hall DC 1988 (set list from a few nights before)

 

I’ve seen them now at least six times now. Great show they really delivered. Although Ian McCulloch was/is still a bitter man always rambling on in between songs. Lots of classic songs played during this show. But this was the second best Echo show I’ve seen by them. (Best show was at Great Scott in Boston October 2009 – capacity was 275). Great show.

 

#7 - Kix - Patriot Center VA Dec 1988 (Set List)

I know, wtf. Background, I worked construction in the summers with my older brother. He was invited to go to this show by some of guys we worked construction with. He bailed and I went in his place. These guys were in their late twenties. So not the best role models. Had my first pre concert beer. I later found out they were doing a ton of blow but thankfully they didn’t offer that to me. Memory of the actual show – probably typical heavy metal/hard rock show, i.e. girls wearing barely nothing, even in December.  

#8 - Red Hot Chili Peppers Vanderbilt University April 14th 1989 (No set list)

      I applied to a bunch of schools and got into a fair number, humblebrag. Little known fact, I was recruited to play soccer at Vandy after getting into their engineering school. My very trusting parents let me go on a tour of colleges with two other HS classmates that included a stop at Vandy. All three of us got, they went, I didn’t. One of the other guys’ older brother was attending Vandy and we strategically planed our arrive on campus for a Friday to enjoy the weekend. We ended up crashing at his apartment for the weekend.

The show: Vandy had a spring concert that happens every year called the Rites or Spring. At this time the bands played on the President’s lawn, basically an area like the sunken gardens or quad. Each of the guys from RHCP came out wearing only a sock covering their genitals. Mother’s Milk hadn’t come out yet, so all the music was the older punker stuff and they were just an amazing fury of sound. At one point Chad, the drummer, shoved a drumstick up his ass and then threw it into the crowd. First time moshing. We bought beer, served in half gallon milk jugs, from the bar near the football stadium as we enjoyed the show.

#9 - New Order/PiL/Sugarcubes - MerriweatherPost, MD July 1989 (Set List)

Amazing summer day. Forgot that PiL and Sugarcubes were the supporting act until I found the ticket stub. Drinking beers didn’t help my memory on this one. One of the last two shows before heading off to college.

#10 - The Cure - Capital Centre MD Aug1989 (Set List)

I have the ticket stub but not many memories good or bad. But this place was always loud, even for Caps games. Last show before hitting the Burg.

Honorable mentions: My memory seems to age like a fine Bartles & Jaymes wine cooler, poorly, but I know there were trips to the original 9:30 Club and The Bayou in there somewhere before heading to WM in the fall of ‘89. I can’t find any ticket stubs and I can’t jog my memory by chatting with my brother. He’s on another not speaking to the family walkabout. Got to love family.

But I can clearly remember him cursing up a storm as we circled 930 F Street NW trying to find the 9:30 Club for the very first time. Only to finally figure out it was a complete hole in the wall and we’d driven by it 10 times. After struggling to find parking for another 30 minutes we showed up 45 minutes missing the first act completely. The actual band and show we went to see are in a fog in my memory probably never to be retrieved. Must have been a crapy show.

Spotify playlist with a song from each head liner can be found here: