jen – we’re friends, right? Maybe we can share him?

Something you probably already know: when you go to concerts, and you’re standing in a very large group of people in front of the stage, (stoopid moshers aside, it really is the most fun place to be at a show) it’s very important that everybody sing along with whatever band is playing, and when the word “HEY!” is anywhere in the song you must at that moment throw your fist in the air like you’re mad as hell and aren’t gonna take it anymore. You know what I’m talking about.

The show was good times! jen and I could’ve filmed another segment of “Lost in…” for Madison because once we got over by the capitol building we couldn’t find State Street. But then we figured it out and all was well. Stopped in at Urban Outfitters, a store that both rocks and sucks ass at the same time. Rocks in the stuff they carry, sucks in the amount they charge for it. It was a little disorienting leaving the store, subconsciously expecting to be at the anti-mall and finding that oh, yeah. Wisconsin. *sigh*

Long story short OK Go was great, even though (maybe that should be especially because?) the guitarist looked like Ted Bundy, the keyboard player was more Mr. Beanish than anyone we know and the band kept pelting the crowd with handfuls of conversation hearts that my clumsy ass kept almost slipping on. Some high school chicks kept picking up the hearts from the ground and pocketing them. Jen stood in a box. The two events were not related.

The Donnas weren’t so great. It’s not that they’re bad, really, it was just disappointing that every song sounded about the same and were all about 3 things: getting laid and getting drunk. Not that those are bad things to write songs on, but for a band that I’ve known of for 5 years (they’ve possibly been around longer than that) you’d think they’d have more to talk about. Oh well, what the hell, right? Also, singer donna could learn a thing or 50 from monique powell about stage presence.

And the Donnas sign didn’t light up.

And some other 40something year old biker guy knew every word to every Donnas song. Very creepy and funny. But mostly creepy.

And some guy got his glasses broken.

So it wasn’t the best concert I’ve ever been to but it was still a way fun time and did I mention OK Go’s bass player? Mmmm….

The drive home was a lot quicker than the drive there. Why does travel work like that?