Oh Good, Someone Brought the "Funny Guy"

The concert last night was excellent. Got there a little early, but it was good because we staked out a great spot. Matt had never been to the HOB before, so we walked around for a few minutes. Quickly very obnoxious people began filing in around us; these people were so ignorant of space and totally inconsiderate of other people. I've never seen anything like it, even at a concert. Just pushing people aside, not asking to get by, but pushing them aside. Kinda shocking. A girl that looked underage (it was an 18+ show) started smoking pot with a couple of her friends and five minutes later fainted. She dropped like a ton of bricks and one of the girls with her said, not loudly or softly, "go get help" to no one in particular. The girl came to after about 30 seconds and the girls left the floor.

Band of Horses was one of the best opening bands I've seen. The lead singer's voice was a little jarring at first but once you got used to it by the second song, it was all really great. And he kept talking about baseball in between every song. It was strange.

Eric Johnson of Fruitbats was good also, but he was without his band because he was on the tour to test the waters for their upcoming album. I guess he's from the area because he referenced "home" and said his mom was there.

Then, 45 minutes after Johnson left the stage, Sam Beam and the band finally began. They started at 10:45, which was more than three hours after we arrived. They put on a great set but listening to Beam's hypnotic lullabyes during the witching hour after a long day makes it very difficult to stay awake. The last song of the night, one Matt and I both swear we've heard before but don't know where, was downright brilliant. Best song he has, and one of my favorite songs ever played at a concert. It was incredible; I didn't want the song to end. Wish I knew the name of it or possessed it. I have to hear it rightnow.

There was some jackass a few rows behind us that kept yelling out stupid shit during the lulls. Things like "POOPY PANTS!" and "Don't you hate wearing pants?" He seemed to have a pants fixation.

Go see him if you get the chance. You won't be disappointed.