Ow...

The concentrated nostalgia of seeing Guster live for the first time in what has to be nine or ten years was... a bit much today. Thankfully the Taste was sufficiently distracting, and Buddy Guy put on a good show afterward (as usual). There'd be a huge long entry here detailing exactly the ways in which seeing Guster was nostalgic and mildly depressing and uncomfortable (but still in a way that makes me want to see them in an actual venue again, because I'm weird like that), except I just got back from wandering the lakefront with a few friends, watching neighborhood people set off illegal fireworks, and singing Bohemian Rhapsody into the Metra overpass... and for several blocks after (it's long, after all). I think that's probably a good way to celebrate the 4th. So...


Happy Fourth, guys! And for those of you it isn't a holiday for... happy anyway!