Worthless and Weak

I want to know who goes on this blog. On my sitemeter, I get four usual locations. The first is Cambridge, MA, which I assume is me. The second is Corvalis Oregon, which I assume to be my brother.

The final two, are locations that have been consistent. One is from Louth Ireland. The other from Queens New York. So, to those of my readers who hail from weird locations, let me know who you are, just leave a comment.

Anyway, enough about you, lets talk about me. Monday, I went to a concert, it was Nik Freitas, Johnathan Rice, and Maria Taylor.

Freitas was ok, he sounded a lot like Paul Simon. I kept on expecting the next line in each of his songs to be "in the clearing stands a boxer..." or "mama-don't take my kodachrome"

Johnathan Rice was awesome. His music was definitely rock, with a hint of country. It had a great beat, and I really "felt" the music, I wanted it to be played louder, and thats something I very rarely wish for. Some of his slower stuff wasn't as great, he's not the best at being emotional and all.

Maria Taylor, the headliner, was quite good. She here songs ranged from slow, sad songs, to upbeat semi-pop, to flat out rock. And she did them all well. Simply put, a very good show.

(Although the stories they told between songs weren't that great. Rice (while obviously under the influence of some sort of chemical) talked about how this was the first time he ever came to Boston sober. He was either lying, or he was really really bad the other times he was in Boston. Oh well, I guess I could go to concerts for a thousand years and not hear a story as great as Thomas Dolby posting a cease and desist letter on Kevin Federlines myspace page.)

Cheers!

Garrett

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