People,

So, Friday night's rock show was simply rocktastic, except for the excrutiating black magic cramp torture put on my stomach by our good friends at Mary Chung in central square. Oh well, that's all water (or something very similar to it) under the bridge. I was feeling fine and ready to go by showtime.

Anywho, as I said it was rocktabulous. There was a big supportive crowd and we played reasonably well. Overall, by the end of the show I was feeling good. Of course, seeing as this story made it into the journal, there has to be a twist.

And here it is. As I was packing up my gear after the show this extremely drunk dude comes sauntering up.

EDD: Hey man, you guys are great.
Me: Thanks man. I appreciate it.
EDD: You know, I walked in here tonight and I was like 'this band is good. I'm going to buy their record.'
Me: Wow, thanks. If you want to buy it you can go see that guy right over...
EDD: I liked all the tunes. Except that second to last one. It sounded too much like Billy Joel. I thought that one sucked.
Me: Huh. OK. Thanks for the honesty. Look, I'm pretty busy here...
EDD: Dude, don't get mad. I'm just sayin'. I'm just sayin'.

Then he walked away. Thanks pal.

I hope he eats at Mary Chung's soon.