That'll be sore in the morning.

Home!

Ok...so. If you haven't heard the band "Ours," do so. They're brilliant, and Jimmy Gnecco's voice is ridiculous.

Filter was great...new band (save Rich, of course); a much, much heavier sound. An older crowd, judging by how much goading the band had to do to get a mosh pit going, and by how relatively tame said pit was once started.

A few highlights...played "(Can't You) Trip Like I Do," which is the song that got me hooked on them in the first place. Which was awesome.

Saw the show from the middle of the first row, same position I had last time, in 2002.

Rich's voice sounds perfect still.

I am going to be tremendously sore. Yikes.

Played only two songs from the new album, and didn't even mention it..which strikes me as odd for an album-support tour. They played "Soldiers of Misfortune," through the duration of which I bawled my eyes out. Justin would've loved it.

As much as I love drinking, concerts aren't the place to do it, I think. (I remained sober.) Or, maybe, the normal type of personality who attends a hard rock concert is just the kind of person I'd rather not meet drunk. So much Type A, so little inhibition. Yeesh.

So..not the same rush as I had at the 2002 concert. I'm not sure if that's because my musical tastes are evolving, or if I'm just getting older, or if it was just Rich handing me his glasses during 'Jurrassitol' the last time around that threw me from 'ecstatic' to 'adrenaline overload.'

Oh, and in an odd sidenote, I saw Clint, who has a new band, to which I will link as soon as I remember where I put the card. We decided our bands have to play a show together..his being 'The B-Movie Extras,' and ours, of course, 'The Understudies.' Even if we were the only ones who got the joke.

Going to sleep now. Goodnight.