I'm still reeling from last night. I got to get up on stage and sing/dance with Monkey from the Adicts, to Naughty Girl! And by get up on stage, I mean climb the rafters at the Granada in heels. What a wonderful ending to a fabulous week of back-to-back concerts.
Peter Murphy and band outdid themselves, Friday. Valient Thorr melted the faces off everyone at the Double Wide, Sunday. That show became so crazy the PA fell down and crumbled me. My finger looks like a vienna sausage and my head and neck are still sore. I think I got a small case of whiplash.
It's the price you pay to rock n' roll.
Oh, AND, DEVO, this Saturday! SQUEE! I'm one happy woman.