Get To The Point, You're Gettin' To Me

This show was not my favorite.  Today I would pay way more than I paid to see this show to see even a mediocre Superchunk show. I just miss them.  I'd also love just a little taste of Rainer Maria again.

I wasn't in love with the setlist and the crowd was unbearably horrible. It was full of jocks and ass holes. They insisted on stepping all over me and my friends, they seemed to have no idea who Superchunk was. I'm not sure where they came from but I would have given anything to make them go back there.

Superchunk got done with their regular set and I turned to my friends and told them that the only way they could save this show for me was if they played Slack Motherfucker and Precision Auto. Basically as soon as I finished saying the o in auto they started it. Immediately following Precision Auto, Slack Motherfucker. I took that was my cue to leave because, really, anything after those two songs may have ruined their reprieve.

I Like The Fast Songs Best

Illinois representing... 

It's hard to imagine that this was 13 years ago. How did that happen? 13 years ago I used to see members of these bands out at bars. Now I see no one. Ever. Anywhere. I don't even usually see bars.

Anyway, I remember nothing of this show. I had been in Chicago for just a couple of months and had probably not run into anyone from the bands at bars yet. I was just getting my footing and didn't really like it there (I have to keep reminding myself of this as I try to not dislike living in San Francisco). I'm sure I went with Maureen and we stood closer to the front then necessary and yelled louder than necessary and had just the right amount of fun.

I'm listening to Braid right now while I write this and, well, I don't like them as much as I used to. Sarge comes up on my ipod occasionally and sometimes I sing End Of July in my shower.