Thank God It Wasn't Acoustic

One of my many 35th birthday presents this year were two tickets to the 15th anniversary of Liz Phair's "Exile in Guyville" concert. 15 YEARS!!!! Yah, we're old.

When Peter and I first met, he loved that album. And then when he met me, it was one of the only CDs I ever kept in my car, so we would listen to it over and over and over again. Finally, it got to the point that he declared that we must exile "Exile in Guyville." It's truly one of the best angsty break-up albums ever created. I love breakup albums. Listening to those songs has the same effect as reading my stupid journal entries from college. Nostalgic and sad and happy all at the same time.

Right before we left the house for the concert, Peter went on the internet and found this website announcing that Liz Phair was going to play an acoustic show.

Peter was VERY upset and said he NEVER WOULD HAVE BOUGHT the tickets if he had known it was going to be an ACOUSTIC show. How the hell is she supposed to play all those songs acoustically?

When we got to the concert venue, Peter asked me if I could see a drum kit on stage. There were a zillion million people there and I'm shorter than he is, so I don't know why he was asking me. He ran up a set of stairs and came back with a HUGE smile on his face because the drum kit? IT WAS THERE!!!!

Whew!

The awesome thing was that there wasn't a terrible opening band. Liz Phair came on a few minutes after showtime and played the whole album. She looked adorable and halfway through the concert, she took a few steps back and I saw that she was wearing the teeny-tiniest pair of shorts. Yes, it took me about an hour to get a glimpse of her legs because of all the tops of heads in front of me. Why do all the tallest people insist on being right up front at a concert? Tall people suck.

It was an awesome concert. I loved my birthday present.