
I went to see a band on Saturday night. I felt 20 years old again. It was a fucking blast! Not just any band, but Moses Guest, fronted by the ageless Graham Guest. He looks exactly the same as when I knew him *back when*. The boyishness killed me. But for all the times I saw him play guitar, I never saw him rock. And they do rock! I never had the Dead/Phish jam band epiphany, but MG has the southern rock/blues thing that makes it heaven for me. Even at an outdoor club on a 50 degree night. The club was perfect: a house hidden among a row of warehouses, in a maze of dead end and one way streets. Have to knock on the door to get in, but you can hear the amps from blocks away. Did I already say that I felt 20 years old again? Missing a few things, though: the cigarette in my left hand and the longneck in my right. Also I have gained a husband who was totally cool for the whole thing. Just earlier that week we had our 11-year-anniversary of the first date, meaning that for 11 years, I have only gone out w/ E.... and yet I've never been to a show with him. A few things recently have made me play my radio a little bit louder, dust off old CDs while I'm making dinner. What's moving me now is: The Waterboys, Neil Young, Public Image Ltd., the Replacements, and Fishbone. Now I have to put Moses Guest into play as well.

