Went to Cervantes with my brother, Monica and Jen Karnisky to hear Head For The Hills. I haven't seen them for six or seven years, since they played at the D note, and it was great to be back in their thrall. There's a feeling certain Colorado bands give you; you feel like a puppet being shaken on the stick of the music. An incredible feeling. (Though this morning my neck feels the pain. And my head, since I did not get home until 3 AM and the girls woke me up two hours later.)
Viva la dance!
Funny to be back among the chill Colorado hippies after living in New York for a few years.