Sunday evening found us in a most unusual state. Instead of being tucked up safely at home in our pajamas, we actually got up, got dressed and left the house. This is especially impressive as The Boy was just getting over a nasty cold and I seemed to have accidentally encouraged some sort of alien parasite to take up residence on my tonsils and stab me each time I did anything so injudicious as breathe. But, Jukebox The Ghost was playing right in our very own town. We regularly leave the state to hear them play (and we drove down to Columbus the very day I got back from the retreat…despite the rather epic lack of sleep), so there was no way we were missing a show in our backyard.
It was a zoo (the show sold out), and I didn’t feel like wrestling with the crowd to fight my way to a spot where I could get a picture of the whole stage, so you’ll have to make do with a picture of blondie here on the guitar. I promise the rest of them were there too. You really should go give their stuff a listen, it’s irritatingly good.
I’ll be back to our regularly scheduled programing shortly as I have actual finished things to show you and thus can prove I’ve not been felled by the tonsil parasite.