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I have many a post swimming around in the gray matter, but first things first. Tune out now if you are not interested in yet another post extolling the virtues of BRMC. It’s sickening I know, especially for someone who’s apparently arguably old enough to be a cougar (more about that later).

I digress.

A couple of weeks back, the husband and I hit the town for the first time in a very long time … okay it’s SAD how long it’s been. We picked up our friend Professor Griff and headed down to the ol’ Alibi Room for drinks with friends before walking over to the Showbox. There are few things I enjoy more (these days, at least) than arriving at a show at precisely the time the headlining band comes on stage. Seriously, this is going to sound lame and old (especially when I’ve seen bands like The Flaming Lips as an opener) but I do not have the patience for opening bands. I’ve sat through about a million and I think exactly 5 of them were actually good.

There I go again. I really am turning into an old lady.

Must focus. Oh right, the UBER AWESOME FANTASTIC-NESS of the show! They played much of the latest album (Baby 81), some old favorites (Spread Your Love) and a cover of the Dylan song Visions of Johanna. Their music is sometimes bluesy, sometimes folky and always really raw rock n roll. Robert plays the bass like a lead guitar player (see how I say his name with intimacy like I know him?) which I really love. Their vocals go together in a really interesting way, similar but still distinct and often alternating. They’re definitely one of those bands, I’ll always see (unlike the way I’m failing my long time love, Nick Cave tonight). Sigh.

Oh … on the cougar tip. There was a discussion at work (yes, at work … it gives a good indication of the kind of place it is) about the finer points of what constitutes a cougar. Now, I always thought it was a 40s and up woman … but a gay friend seems to think it starts in the 30s! (Or maybe to gay men, 30 year old women ARE 40 year old women). My straight friends assured me that it’s 40s and up. Whew.