I’ve been seeing a lot of shows, lately. Where, by “a lot” I mean more than I usually do. In the last few months it’s been Sabrosa Purr, Black Angels, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, U.N.K.L.E., Queens of the Stone Age, …And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead, The Raconteurs, Birds and Batteries, Jonneine Zapata, and a myriad of local and opening bands that I’ll never possibly remember.
It’s good. I’m getting out and spending the money that I would otherwise save stealing music, so it’s all a wash in the end. I am, however, in danger of losing my hearing. After three shows in four days a couple of weeks ago, I had a ringing in my ears for half a week; and I’ve since decided that I may need to consider being that guy at the club that wears earplugs…or at least carry them with me so I can insert/extract them in time with the moments that the hot blond turns to look at me (which, of course, means that I’ll never take them out…sigh)