I went to see a concert last night.
The band I intended to see is called Animals as Leaders. It's an instrumental group with two guitarists and a uniquely talented drummer. Both guitarists play eight stringed guitars, which look cool and intimidating at once. The second, rhythm-based guitarist played one with very thick strings. At first I couldn't tell if it was a light stringed bass or a heavy, baritone type guitar. I am going to hazard my guess with the latter. Now make no mistake, this band is mostly guitar-porn for people like me. Despite it having some very good instrumental aspects to it the songs tend to fall into flashy soloing the likes of which one has to go to a G3 concert in order to see first hand. Entertaining but impossible to appreciate or enjoy for any length of time unless you play guitar yourself.
The other bands got progressively less interesting as the night went on. I Wrestled a Bear Once is a grindcore band and, despite being hilarious to watch, isn't something I think I could ever listen to for enjoyment. The next two bands were Darkest Hour and Dillinger Escape Plan. Neither of these bands really thrilled me so I, along with half of our party, left the concert early to walk the streets of the South Side where we ran into my friend Kyle and his excellent friend Elle who is now a new friend of mine. After this we all spent time at the Cheesecake factory joking that we had moved up in the world of after-show food while truly knowing that nothing surpasses Denny's for after concert shenanigans.
All-in-all, a good evening.
No drama brought upon me by irritating people.
No adverse weather conditions.
No genetic disorders.
No hand problems.
The only thing that could have made the night better is the presence of Leah with me. But! I intend to see her today so all shall be as it ought.