People,

Now, that was a weekend of rock! And it was just what this tired ass winter weary band needed to get its collective be-hind in motion.

Friday we got an almost unhealthy amount of love from the hometown faithful at TT's. It was honestly pretty frigging great to have so many people come out on the coldest night in Boston's history, and believe you me we appreciate it. Special thanks to our south shore superfans, DJ Rock (Check her out Thursday afternoons on WRPS 88.3) and Melissa, who made the trip all the way from Rockland (where we hope to retire). Also big ups to Anne, Sarah and Manashi, all of whom assure me that they not only like the band but also enjoy this vapid tripe I call a journal. Plus, Manashi lives in England and her name can be anagrammed to "I Shaman"

Saturday it was off to New Rock City for a show at the Luna. Now, to be honest I was dreading this show. I wanted to use my three day weekend essentially as the time after you hit the snooze bar, when you're warm and sleepy and think to yourself "screw work, I'll deal with that in ten minutes." So, a long car trip in the freezing cold was less than super appealing. Add to that that the Luna was mobbed, I felt slightly ill and I had five hours to kill before the show after we got to NYC and it was shaping up to be a disaster. And so I did what I do best - sulked. Luckily Ladyfriend Sarah was there so I had someone to vent to and attempt to make as miserable as myself.

Anyway, when it was finally time to play I realized I was a jackass. The place was mobbed with all our New York friends, a good number of our Boston friends and some dancing fools who I didn't even recognize. Everyone was drunker than a barrel full of monkeys and it turned out to be a blast.

The point? I now stand before with my faith fully restored in the rock.