So. F'in. Tired.
Last night we went to see the Poster Children, Imperial Teen, and the Breeders with Conan and Lisa. Missed the first ten minutes of the Poster Kids' set, which sucked, becuase they were really on their game last night. They were playing about 10x faster than usual, trying to cram as many songs as they could into the measly 22 minutes they were given as the opening act, and tight as a drum. I love watching the P-Kids play. Rose bounces around the stage like an awkward punk-rock ballerina. She's beautiful and dorky and human. They're also some of the nicest people in rock-n-roll. P-Kids are eternally screwed, though. They have the worst luck in show business. Sez Conan: "It's like they ran over a gypsy or something." How else to explain the fact that they aren't megasuperstars yet after 10 years of hard hard work, and even some minor hits and breakthroughs?

Sorry, Imperial Teen, I skipped your set, because my stomach was holding other parts of my body hostage and threatening to digest them if I didn't eat something. The Fillmore has great food. Crab quesadillas. Really wishing I had some right now. Mmm. Crab. Huh? What? Oh. Back to the entry. I could sorta hear IT from the dining area, and they sounded just about exactly like they did the last time I saw them, so I don't think I missed anything.

Breeders took the stage, and they played stuff. They played stuff from Pod and they played stuff from Last Splash and from Title TK and from the Amps record, and they played the Buffy theme, and it was all good, but I really had to sit, because I'm old and tired.

We got home pretty late, and I got to bed later, and I have this job where I actually have to be up early, and it sucks. So, I'm tired. In case you couldn't tell by this utterly brain-dead posting.