Concerts, Concerts, And More Concerts.

Have you ever noticed that the indie kids all call concerts “shows”? Does anyone out there in Blogland know why they do that? Anyways, if you can’t already tell, I’ve been going to a lot of concerts lately, you know—shows. Last weekend we cruised down to Vegas for Mrs. Kyality’s bro’s super-Vegas-style wedding—to which I wore a bonafide classic tuxedo tee—no joke.

After the harmonious ceremony and the awesome reception at Cheeseburgers, we went with Upto12 and the Mrs. to see Rilo Kiley at The Joint in the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino. It was a pretty sweet little venue. We skipped the crap opening bands—what is with these crazy, screaming chick combo bands anyways.

We showed up just in time to get great spots for Rilo Kiley’s opening. Now for those of you who don’t know the band, it’s basically got two frontmen, well and frontman and a frontwoman: Jenny Lewis who’s hot and who everyone’s actually there to see and the other guy. So here’s the deal, Jenny launched her solo debut album last year to critical success and more sales than any Rilo Kiley album to date. At this show, Jenny was just doing her thing, but you could tell the other guy wanted the spotlight. Plus they used to date, so the on stage tension was even more amplified.

The other guy’s stage banter was out of control and he was annoying the crap outta me. Plus he played a solo ukulele song that made him look like a lobster, so I just started venting, loudly about how much of a tool this guy was to my concert-going compatriots. Bottom line: the concert was really good, but the other guy could definitely take a flying leap and Rilo Kiley wouldn’t skip a beat.

Toward the end of the show, the other guy took a moment to thank his sister for attending. Right then a spotlight landed on me and heads turned—sure enough the other guy’s sister has been standing right next to me throughout the entire show! She without a doubt had to have heard a vast majority of my venting. And to make me feel even worse, the other guy offered up an amazing cover of my favorite Jenny Lewis track “Rise Up With Fists”, which rocked the house down. Yes, I was the tool.

On the following Monday afternoon Upto12 IMed with a question: “Do you want 2 second row tix to see Morrisey in a barn tonight?” Let me just say if anyone ever asks if you want to see Morrisey in a barn, there is the only answer there is to that particular question.