Went with Alan to see The Wimbledons play at the House of Blues last night. Granted we missed the first half of the first song because we drove past the venue in the rain and then the band started 5 minutes early. What kind of rock stars are they, anyway? But it was awesome nonetheless.

The new songs are really good, and the songs off the CD are still great. Not sure how to really talk about concerts in a way anyone would care about, so if you don't already listen to them go find them on the internet and listen. Anywho, you know, Kevin was playing the fucking House of Blues, which is awesome. So it was a thrill a minute is what I'm saying here.

We got to go backstage, usually by vaguely lying so that the security guards, who are probably supposed to let us up but only after making weak protests, could save face. Or something. The whole system seemed like an exercise in bulshittery, with everyone going through the motions of something they know they don't need to.

Then I got really tossed off of free beer from the Wimby's green room. And then free beer from the other band's green room next door. When I went for water they were all out, so more beer.

After all that I went out onto what is, from the layout of the place, the back porch, but which actually faces Sunset. Leaned on the rail and watched the Dashboard fans fold out onto the rainy street. I always say that the Sunset Strip feels like Blade Runner, with it's faux everything architecture and giant video billboards. Actually taking it in at night under the drizzle, though, it felt a lot nicer than the ol' Scott dystopia. Maybe if we give it another 30 years...

Oh, and valet at the House of Blues is $15. Now THAT'S a dystopia for you.