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Friday before last, I saw Spock's Beard play at B. B. King's with James and Jimmy. It had been months since I was last at a concert. Unfortunately, I forgot my musician's ear plugs at home, so I didn't get to try them out.
I like that when I hear a song and remark that it is very Simon and Garfunkel-ish, that Jimmy can respond right away "The Boxer, yeah."
This morning, I got to see a really good Beatles cover band play at B. B. King's, Strawberry Fields, while eating a rather poor buffet breakfast. While I wasn't a fan of the cheesy wigs or lame intro, the band was pretty good. I think they might have been contractually obligated to mention the venue by name half a dozen times.
The rest of today, however, sucked. EDIT: Big misunderstanding, it didn't suck at all, it was wonderful.