Have you ever had that brief epiphany where you realize if you somehow manage to get old you'll spend your twilight years regretting the early years? I don't mean to be so dramatic, but that feeling keeps popping up as the days go by. It's easy to forget about your overall goals (to be rich) when you are stuck in a present that doesn't provide a window to the future - actually, it's probably there, but I can't find it. My life runs at 73 MPH, (8 more than the speed limit on Pennsylvania's section of I-80). When you are going this fast you lose site of anything outside of tomorrow. My life has gone from year to year; month to month, week to week; day to day; and finally rests at hour to hour. It would be nice to have a block of time where I can be sober and not worrying about what has to get done for tonight, tomorrow, etc. It's not going to happen anytime soon unless you are a rich girl who wants me to marry you, (I cook and clean), so I might as well shut the fuck up.

I'll keep my fingers crossed for some sort of head injury that will score me a hefty out of court settlement because grinding it out is getting tiresome.

I Predict a Culkin!

After I finished up at the office, I hustled home for a quick change before cruising over to Webster to set up the Kaiser Chiefs, Cribs and Redwalls show. Upon entering the venue, I heard the Redwalls checking. They played a solid cover of The Rolling Stones' "Dead Flowers" along with what I thought was a Dylan song, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Now some people have hated on this band since they've gotten some attention and a deal from Capitol. Is it because they are too young? Is it because they are treading on all too familiar musical territory? Is it because they are from the Midwest, but often sound like they have a North London accent? Someone please tell me because I don't see a reason to hate on them. Sure they outright pilfer sounds from The Beatles, Stones, Byrds, et al. but that's no reason to get on their shit especially when you could rattle off a few specific names that have influenced that last couple years of music, (Joy Division, Jesus Mary Chain, Duran Duran). Anyway, I thought they sounded great from downstairs, and I'll definitely be watching their development from a distance. Now if only someone could send me a record.

Second on the bill was The Cribs who powered through the same set they played on Tuesday. To be quite honest, this band fucking rules. I didn't get a chance to sneak upstairs for a glance at them, but what I saw on screen along with the sound that leaked down the stairwell reminded me of the days I used to sit in my bedroom and freak out while listening to the first Libertines' single. Hopefully they'll comeback around soon so I can fully enjoy their throw down.

Last night's main event was definitely the Kaiser Chiefs. The crowd was so into this band, and who can blame them? When this band is in full on rock out mode, they have audiences eating out of the palm of their hand. Though I'm not a fan of their record, I certainly appreciate what they pull off live. Their set opened with "Na Na Na Na Naa" which induced a bit of mayhem that had the floor shaken. The door was quite hectic during their set so I didn't get to hear much. They did play the hit "I Predict A Riot", the sing-a-long "Oh My God" and the personal favorite "Everyday I Love You Less and Less". The coolest thing about their set was they pulled a fan onstage to bounce around during one of their songs. Jeff (it was good to meet you) Central Village has a picture of said fan. This girl was outside of Webster Hall at 11am waiting in line. Apparently she stood out front all day singing their songs. She'll never forget that night, and if you can be a part of one of those nights (that doesn't involve someone losing their V-card) then I think it's pretty fucking rad of Ricky to step up and make it happen.

On my way home I stopped into Standings which is this new bar on 7th Street. It is a little pricey, but they give you chips and party mix with your brews. Beach and Daylen were hanging out catching the middle section of the Yankees game against the LA Angels. The problem was the amount of douche bag Red Sox's fans in the bar. What is it with these people? Fucking Christ. Like I come into a bar to hear you talk shit to my face? I came into have a beer with some friends and I barely got a word in edge wise because one had Daylen caught and the other had Beach. I sat by myself at a table until the one guy came over and started on me. I told him to back off and leave us alone. He tested my patience, but I've been schooled by Giggles so I was able to keep my nerve. Thank god because I was about to punch his fucking teeth through the back of his head than stuff his loafers down his throat while he spilled blood all over his white collared shirt. Have some fucking class assholes. Sorry if I scared you. I'm certain one of my BoSox friends will give me shit for this, but chill the fuck out and turn the volume down on your shitty accents.

Anyway, get out this weekend and enjoy the weather. I haven't bothered to look at show calendars so I'm not going to impart my bullshit wisdom. You should call Rosie - that girl knows what's up.