Concerts.

Seems like windbourne and I are going to a lot of concerts lately. Okay, sure, we're getting "An Evening With The Cure" instead of the scheduled Curiosa festival, but we were mainly going for the sake of seeing The Cure anyway, and we had managed to score cheap tickets, too, so we're perfectly content. And besides, we're going to EndFest anyway, so we'll still get the whole great-big-show-with-lotsa-bands thing. 'Sall good.

(Speaking of The Cure, the Weekly's review of the new album is one great big neon what the fuck? Seriously.)

Last night's show -- I haven't slept yet, so Wednesday is still "last night" to me -- was frickin' awesome. Last night we went to see Monsters of Accordion. Yes, you read that correctly.

Daniel Ari, Aaron Seeman, and Jason Webley were each quite entertaining. We were mainly there to see Jason Webley, whom windbourne had seen before, but I have to admit that Aaron Seeman was my favorite. Have you ever seen anyone do dead-on Dead Kennedys covers on an accordion? No. No, you haven't. But now we have. And our lives are somehow a little more complete.