good luck? doubt it.

yesterday, i went to a concert at the troubadour. the detroit cobras (a band i'd never heard of until gus invited me to go) played, with two opening acts before them. before heading out to the troubadour, we ate ramen at kinchans on sawtelle. on the walk back, susan noticed something on my left shoulder and tried to brush it off, only to realize that it was bird poo. i got pooped on by a bird! gus said it meant good luck (according to jewish grandmothers). already, i was skeptical of this supposed good fortune to come.

the first act was a band called the willowz (because pluralizations with "z" give you more street cred?). i didn't like them much on-stage. i got home and listened to some stuff on their myspace and liked it better, probably because i could actually hear and understand. my peeve is when i don't find the live music more enjoyable than studio cd. i thought they were somewhere from the south or middle america, but turns out they're from anaheim. hmm...i wonder where they picked up the accents...and their "rockstar" affectations, which were kinda...not that cool.

next up was dan sartain. i couldn't understand a thing he was singing either, but i liked him and his pseudo-rockabilly guitar-stylings. but the time he was done, it was close to 11. throughout though, i think i blanked out into sleep for short moments.

and then it was the cobras. i liked them, despite not being able to understand anything. on the way out, gus said they must have had problems with the sound at the troubadour. makes sense...i don't think my hearing is that bad.

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