Close Calls

It’s 2:30am and I just got home from The Faint concert up in Omaha. On the way back into Lincoln, my friends and I almost got hit by a turning car. And wouldn’t you know it… the driver was yakking away on a cellphone. Maybe New York had the right idea after all. Oh well… all’s well that ends well.

The Faint tore it up, as usual, but the other two bands (Swearing At Motorists and Putracine)… well, they just sucked. I think Nolan went into convulsions at one point because it was so bad.

I’ll be working on the Cornerstone 2001 stuff this weekend, and hope to have the first installment up sometime next week.

But first, I need to get reacquainted with my bed. Be good…