Dear Monsters of Folk (Sincerely JEI)

Wilting from a week without music... until SATURDAY, the day when I get to see my beloved Conor Oberst along with three other madly talented men at the Monsters of Folk show in Oakland. So excited... and trying to convince myself that a last minute trip to Treasure Island would NOT be a wise decision, despite the fact that I have the whole day off and could head to Oakland for the MOF show after a day of MGMT, Passion Pit, The Limousines, and many others. No, I have to save money. I have to conserve. I have to... see if I can convince Brittany to go.

Anyway, on the live music schedule for the week:

Friday: A coworker's friend's band is playing at The Crepe Place and she really wants me to go, so if I get off of work in time I'll probably scoot on over...

Saturday: Treasure Island (?), MONSTERS OF FOLK

A week from today: Blind Pilot

Good stuff, good stuff.

So the point of this blog is for me to record my experiences of the live shows that I attend, mostly so that I don't forget those little details that you pay the $14 at the door for in the first place. Like how Bryan from Scissors for Lefty jumped up on a table while singing "Wandering Arms" and your friend folded up a dollar and stuffed it in his pocket. Like how Jenny Lewis forgot the words to "Sing a Song for Them" and you helped her out with the lyrics. Like how three vodka cranberries highlight the enormity of emotions in the Cold War Kids' "Every Man I Fall For."

Anyway, I don't want to forget those details anymore. So here comes the record...