the past couple of weeks i’ve had these insane discussions with friends about music. i feel like they should maybe be recorded and made into a podcast or something. ‘music elitists discuss whatever…’ we could call it. how much worse could it be than some lame mtv VJ talking about how great my chemical romance is? i’m sure though that the second we set a recorder in front of ourselves, people would freeze up and it would sound like lame mtv VJs. still though, it is something to think about.

this past week i saw nickel creek twice on the first leg of their farewell for now tour. the first show was better, because it was not in a club where people got free tickets. i now have determined that the house of blues is not a place to have high expectations for bands that play acoustic based music. i just don’t think it’s possible anymore. i don’t know if it’s a society thing, but people just figure if they go to a concert, they can talk during songs and distract the band on stage. ryan adams was right, playing the HOB is like playing walmart. there are people who actually want to see the band, and then people there just wasting time, kind of like walmart. there are people who are actually shopping, but then there are also people just looking to waste time. it’s brilliant really. at the time i just laughed it off, but he’s turned into a prophet. thursday at the HOB, the security people were cracking down on people with cell phone cameras. i’ve never seen that, and i didn’t understand the point, because cell phone cameras aren’t the kind of pictures that come out well at all. this one guy in front of me took one, it came out all blurry, and next thing you know some dude in a yellow shirt is telling him to put it away.

the ryan adams mix cd thing had an awkward ending. i did make it, because at least i wouldn’t have a regret about not making it. i brought the cd to the show, but afterward, we were all tired, and the band was not coming out, plus there were a ton of people. so jacob and i walked back inside and i ended up giving the cd to mandy the merch girl, and trying to recount the story without making it sound ridiculous. the whole idea failed though, even with jacob being my wingman, and it came off incredibly awkward. i had actually talked to mandy before the show, and nothing was awkward about that, she was cool, but combined with the after effect, she probably thought i was just another crazed fan, like that girl who came up asking if the band was from north carolina. how far i fell in only a couple of hours!

the one good thing about the thursday show was that chet and i kind of bonded on the trip to and from the show though, which was an improvement from last year’s show. oh, and we still got $4 parking even though we didn’t leave till midnight. word.

oh, and i think i’m finally becoming a fan of wilco. i know that will please several of my friends, but i still think YHF is overrated, just not as much as i used to.