Smog!

So yesterday I'm reading the Metro newspaper and I see an article about Smog, about to play last night in Cambridge. Excited? You betcha. It's a one man singer/songwriter kind of deep voiced deal that's really killer. I recommend you check it out.
The lo-res pics included are all snapped at the show with my lousy camera-phone. Anyhow, I see the article about the show as soon as I leave the pad, late morning, and I'm heading to the library. The library's on Broadway near Central Square where the show's gonna happen. I go over to Central and amble to Middle East, the club where the show's gonna occur. I procure the tickets and inform Tommy that we're going. He's happy.

Before the show we have some cordials, and maybe I shouldn't have had as many as I did. Tommy was moderate, being the working man that he is. We pull up to Middle East at about 9:15 and learn that Smog won't be on till at least 10. The liquor stores are still open so we decide to grab a beer there whee its cheap and hand out on the plentiful benches on the boulevard that is Mass Ave. So we do, Tommy opts for a Bud Light 24oz and I opt for the less cowardly, but more deadly Steel Reserve 24oz can. We sat on benches on Mass, drank, argued, rolled cigs and smoked them, drank, argued, and then finally decided that Smog may be coming on soon.

We got in Middle East and Tommy quickly orders us two bourbon on the rocks. I guess I was game. We down them, hit the head, and prepare for Smog, coming on soon in the basement. We skin up some smokes and head out to light them up, and the bouncers stop us. 'No drinks outside!' they protest. I had merely a cup of water in a Silo glass. They didn't care. 'Can we still get back in with these bracelets?' Tommy asked, referring to our admission bracelets. 'Yeah', they said. We must have yelled something like 'Tits' or 'Fuckin' A'.

Finally, the show. It was good. The guy was less theatric than we hoped. The drummer looked like Ron Jeremy. The bassist was a girl and was cute. There were actually cute girls all around us but I was pretty drunk, and Tommy kept bringing me 16oz cans of beer, all of which I didn't need. By the end of the show I was slurring pretty badly, and insisted upon taking a cab, which I paid for. Rightfully so, I probably could not have made the walk. I just wish the goddamned band would've played more songs that I knew, and especially played songs with a female backing him. Oh well, it was a swell show anyway. We got home alright, tipped the cabbie, and Tommy went to bed whilst I stayed up and watched movies and drank water. That's why I didn't feel like a dump truck ran over my head today. Just a Honda Civic.