I went to a show last night. It'd been a while, I felt, since I'd been to one.
And it was fine, it was good. Even though the website said that the show would be $10 and when we got there the guy at the door said it was $20, and even though the website said the show would start at 7:30 and it was after 9:30 by the time the opening band took the stage, and even though the room was overly hot and the acoustics were terrible and there was a guy trying to mosh and push people around even though it wasn't even remotely a punk show.
I can love the music while hating the venue, I guess.
Anyway. The point is not that. The point is that the opener played a pretty fantastic set. They were called Moon King and were magically able to make me momentarily forget about the ridiculously moody door guy for about half an hour.
But only for half an hour.