I drove out to the Rocket Bar to see Essex Green tonight. Essex Green are 60's style pop band, their first record was released through Elephant 6. It was a good show. Before EG played, there was this heavy alterna band playing - very heavy metal, screaming, etc. very crap. Anyway, when the band was over, a dude tapped me on the shoulder and asked to bum a smoke. Turns out that this was the drummer for Essex Green. Extremely fucking cute, I must say. I think that I was a bit offensive, unfortunately, because instead of asking his name, I asked who he was. Alas. We bitched a bit about the shitty opening band. Essex Green went on and were really good, they sounded dope, extremely pretty music. On a personal note, the "who are you" incident aside (what can I say, I'm an asshole), I felt pretty good about being there. A testament to paxil, I guess. Normally, I would be sweating and nervous about being there, afraid that people were looking at me and thinking I'm awful and such, and this would just snowball into nervousness and panic. But I didn't really feel that way until the show was over, when I felt very self-consciously alone. Of course, I had had a coupla beers at this point. Anyway, the whole show was a hoot, the band is tight and there wasn't a moment of music that left me wanting. I only wish that people danced as opposed to standing around. Amit tells me that the Rocket Bar is the indie rock bar. I didn't recognize anybody on their upcoming shows list, but that means exactly dick. Anyway, peace out.