So tonight all 5 feet, 7.5 inches, and 140 pounds of me entered the mosh pits for a Reel Big Fish/The Starting Line concert. Starting Line were the openers, and they rocked in their own "we sound exactly like New Found Glory" kind of way. In between songs they told bad jokes, and the lead singer made these strange, vaguely homosexual, faces, but I have been the proud owner of their CD for awhile and their live show did nothing to deteriorate my appreciation of their music. The Reel Big Fish are an interesting sort of beast altogether. A few months ago I posted a review where I pretty much blasted their new CD (you can search through the archives for it, I'm lazy right now and my ears are ringing), and fortunately they didn't play too much from that unfortunate album. The songs they did play from it were fairly well received but seemed to interrupt the flow of the concert. Which was exactly what they didn't need to happen because their trumpet player managed to do that singlehandedly. In between virtually every song he would tell bad jokes, tell stories that didn't go anymore, and basically just shoot the shit for 5 minutes or more. They played for about 2 hours, without even an encore, but the reason the set was so long was that Scott the trumpet player just refused to shut up. Despite all this, the show was a lot of fun, and I was even in the middle of the crowd fracas for awhile. Even though the average age of everyone there was about 17, it seemed that only the largest guys in the city were there. These people were supposedly 5-6 years younger than me but some of them easily had me beat by 100 pounds or more, which made jumping around a bit of a problem since they could swat me away like a mosquito and I would go flying across the floor.

Back when the Vanessa Fiasco was in full force, michael suggested that I find a girl who likes the same music I do, his rationale being that I like that kind of music because of what it has to say and anyone else who likes it must also have the same basic ideals. The more I think about it, the more I agree with this line of thinking, with one major problem: as I stated before, the average concertgoer's age was approximately 17, and this directly contradicts my "no more younger girls" decree. It seems that when girls come to college, even if they liked good music before their brains get twisted and warped by college-type things like frat guys and pot and they start listening to Dave Matthews Band and other such filth. Obviously this is a huge generalization, but I dare you to find a counterexample. And then there is the "indie" craze, but that's a whole other post altogether...

Wow, in the last few days the Festival has turned into, well, a weblog about me rather than about general silliness in the world. There has been way too much of my life and not nearly enough chimps wearing cowboy boots. Don't worry, I'll get back to Leonard Nimoy's musical tomfoolery, NSync in space, and, based on search strings of people who access my page, "naked sorority initiation stories", before you know it.