Whiskey, Gin, and Pints of Beer

This weekend Kat and I trekked down to San Francisco to catch the Dropkick Murphys play the Warfield. We, and by "we" I mean myself, Kat, the SF in-laws and the Gibbbanator, had balcony tickets, because we're old. It's just as well, moshing with glasses isn't a very good idea.

The first band was The Ducky Boys. They sounded a lot like The Mighty Mighty Bosstones. Which is fine. The next band was pretty bad though. Blood for Blood was funny, but not in a good way. They continually ranted against "society" and let us know how much society hated them, and how much in turn they hated society. I'm not sure if drinking Bud or sporting new Adidas sneakers really sells the hatred though. Also half the people chanting along with them checking their voicemail during the show didn't really convince me of their devotion to hating society.

Anyway. Let's go Murphys! They rocked the house. It was a blast. They played a ton of songs and a good time was had by all. Even when they were playing 'Teenage Wasteland' from The Who and some of the crowd was clearly unsure exactly where that song came from.

I'll probably not go to a concert again for quite some time. Unless it's the Pixies, or Flogging Molly, or Orbital, or some other band I haven't seen yet that I just have to see.