Concert!

So... today was weird. (And in four hours, I will have been up for 24 hours, wow.) Worked through the night on my script, which turned out so/so (averaging the horrible and the good, I think). Went to class (on time!), lunch, class again. Got back and waffled on whether I wanted to go to the concert tonight. Waffled some more. Vacuumed and cleaned almost the entire room. Then decided that, since I'd obviously gone insane, it wouldn't hurt to go to the concert and called in the guys that were going with me. We ended up there a little early, so we walked around for a while being random (since random is what we do). Hopefully there will be pictures of us with the radish eventually. It was great to have people to talk to before the concert for the first time in ages. Also, the Beat Kitchen is one of those wonderful Chicago places that is nothing near as small as it looks on the outside. Though it is still quite small and intimate and cool.

So, anyway... we finally got in, our friend-who-is-a-minor got giant X's on his hands, and we stood around fiddling with the camera taking random pictures. I think we were there about 20 minutes before Aleks and the Drummer finally (yes) stopped sitting on the floor writing what may have been notes, or a setlist, or something. They were actually rather cool, in that they were very different from what I was expecting (just a girl and a drummer). The girl sounded a bit like Janis Joplin, I think, in style, which was very strange but it kind of worked. They managed a kind of The Go! Team ambiance, minus the cheerleading kind of stuff. And most of what she sang either wasn't in English... or I just couldn't make it out. Not bad, though. We decided it'd make a good soundtrack for a Vampires vs Zombies Martial Arts movie.

I would like to say, though, that Malajube kinda rocks live. It's been a loooooong time since I've been to a rock-out loud kind of concert. I can tell they're used to larger venues up in Canada, but their lead singer's pretty good at cursing out sound equipment in English. Though he also called us ignorant and arrogant. Silly Canadian. Didn't stop it from being awesome, though, and rather loud. They're tight, though. I was duly impressed. Unfortunately, due to unforeseen circumstances I had to leave before Snowden, though I don't mind too much since I was only there to see Malajube and now I'm back early enough to get some work done on my BA.

Let it stand as public notice, though, that the Beat Kitchen is uber-uber careful about their underage drinking enforcement. In that someone with black X's on his hands cannot have more than a sip of beer and then hold it. Crazy. Crazy! (Though I wasn't the supplier or the underage person, I think this is the first time I've been on this side of that particular irrational law. I mean... he had a sip. And held the cup. And was kicked out. Omgwtf. I didn't even know what to do for almost an entire minute, because I wasn't entirely sure of what'd just happened.)