monday night i decided i was going to head out to a local bar her ein west lafayette and watch a concert. the band the black lips, who i had heard of, but never really heard anything from. i figured if lafayette was having a band i had heard of come through and play i might as well go see it. i didnt know anyone who would have wanted to go so i set out alone to get to the show. the show was set to start at 8 so i arrived at the bar at about 7:48 or so. when i got there there was noone in the parking lot and there was noone in teh bar. i thought maybe lafayette was just going to let me down again and nobody would show up. i went in anyway, paid my $5 and gota glass of water. i asked the bartender what time the show was supposed to start and he said 8 was the scheduled time but it was probably going to be pushed back to 9. i figured that was okay and i sat down and drank my water and thought to myself. very soon, a client of mine came in, and i decided to not have any contact with a client outside of work so i continued to sit where i was and tried not to make eye contact.

around 9, the bar was still basically empty and the show was nowhere closer to starting. people started filling in slowly, and then faster, and a little faster, and a little faster. before i knew it the place was pretty full. still, i sat in the same leather chair i sat in when i entered the bar, still all by myself. everyone else seemed to somehow know each other. there must have been a memo sent out telling every guy in the place what to wear but i didnt get that memo. i didnt wear my super tight tapered leg jeans with a studded belt and a tight t-shirt. there must have been choices on footwear. either wear the oldest pair of basketball shoes you could find, or the dirtiest pair of your "hipster" shoes (vans, chucks, etc....not that im talking smack about these shoes. i love my chucks.). there was even some dude who seemed to know everyone in the room who was wearing his trucker cap sideways. indie rock irony to the extreme! way to go guy! on that note, there seemed to be some sort of competition going on that night. what kind of competition you ask???

there seemed to be some sort of "ironic mustache" competition going on. i was not allowed into this competition. my facial hair is too thick and not whispy and pre-pubescent enough. the facial hair of choice seemed to be the "dirty sanchez" mustache. "its so uncool its cool," they must have thought when they purposely didnt shave that section one morning. im sorry guys. you are incorrect. same with you mr trucker hat and mr aviator sunglaasses. all not cool. sorry. anywway...the contest was entered by many, and sad to say, lost by all. you all lose. your "its so uncool its cool" mustache will not make you a winner. sorry. again, im not saying these guys were nice guys, they very well may have been but their choice in facial hair was awful.

the music finally started. 5 (i think. might have been 4 i couldnt see from where i sat) dirty looking rock and roll guys came on stage and the crowd went nuts for them. people were singing along and dancing along and in general havign a good time. i was getting down to them, and rather enjoyed their style of garage surf punk. sloppy, heavy and fun. not knowing what the black lips sound like, i thought this must have been them. i knew they were a garage punk kind of band so i assumed. the vocal mix was terrible so i couldnt hear what they said. once they ended nobody seemed to be getting any new equipment in so i left. i went to the parking lot got in my car and called bo. i asked him to find out if anyone else was playing and he couldnt find anything. so iwent home. not sure who i had just seen. i got home and researched and apparently i saw local band, the half rats, and left before the black lips. bummer. no way was i driving back though. my night was long enough.


so that my friends is my night. that was fun to write. i should be a writer. that would be cool. if this rock star thing doesnt work out im going to start writing.