That's it -- headspace and heightened emotion, feeling like your partner feels when you get laid, which might not have much to do with you. IOW, it might have been an average night for Sigur Ros. Then again, they were under the same effect, a universal intoxication, tho not a very cozy one.mjau wrote:Sigur Ros, 9:30 Club, the day the U.S. invaded Iraq.
That day wasn't so bad for me. But the days after bit dog.
Better days I remember, show-wise:
* Daniel Ash at Slims (92 or therebouts)
* A Satyricon show with Lolly (Man of the Year), Spectator Pump (Kleveland), and Betty Already (New York Rifles) (Millenium-era)
There are others, but this post is starting to feel like work. Work can be good, but I have other work to do.