Went to the Foo Fighters/Weezer concert tonight. Here are my thoughts:
No one wants to hear you go, "Yaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Please remember that you have a microphone. When you scream at the top of your lungs, it gets magnified for the rest of us. Please sing, not scream. Also, we came to see a concert full of musicians, not noise players. I believe that my musical ability (none) qualifies me to be in Foo Fighters. I was excited to see you in concert. I tend towards always liking live music solely for the live aspect. You have totally disappointed. Count me out of the Foo fan part of Fooweeze. I think we stayed for 3.2 songs. None of which I enjoyed.
Will you marry me? Please? I think I'd be good for you...and you'd be good for me (oh how quaint, how cheezy to use Weez lyrics in my proposal). All in all Cuomo, you and your little nerdy band convinced me to worship the Weezer. Good thing Weezer was before Foo or the night would have been long and taxing. All your songs were musical (not just noise) and very delightful. Wait, I take back what I said earlier, I did like a Foo song. Weezer covered Big Me. Don't forget the question...marriage?
In non-concert news: the CTA sucked this morning but I managed to not let it ruin my day.
I had a "kiss and cuddle" dream about a middle school boyfriend/high school friend last night. Well, not really high school friend. That's a technicality and something you don't care about. Anyway, I hadn't thought about this boy in ages so I decided to google him. Oh google, you devil you....turns out the boy is on IMDB. Crazy huh? Not exactly sure what a "second second assistant director" is, but it's much more exciting than "underwriting assistant" now isn't it? And yes, I am sure it is the same boy. He has a name that no one else in the world has...
Now I have to try to sleep. Which might be hard due to concert adrenaline and the fact that my room is 80 degrees. But the A/C chugs away....