I was grooved to the out limits of groovability.
I wasn’t expecting much from this evening’s show. While I always enjoy the Doug Fir, and I’ve been jamming out to Aqueduct for a couple of years now, something about the long day, the streetcar riding, the goods perusing, had tired me out. I was looking forward to some r&r and Entourage. Ari Gold please breath life into my raggedy bones. But alas, plans had been made, and getting out of the house seemed like a swell idea. And so I ventured forth. And lo and behold, I was not disappointed. After a stimulating session at Rontoms, full of caucasians and animal likeness talk, we headed to the Fir and watched Aqueduct completely own the stage like they were charging rent and we were the underpaid tenants. Maybe it was the cream and vodka, but I haven’t grooved like that since The Headphones ‘05. The MTB and The Walkmen couldn’t even stand up to the funkability that was produced this evening. I jiggled and crooned to every song.
I’m sorry to say, this was the last stop of their tour, so if you missed it, you are a sucker. Next time, get your priorities straight. I’m glad I did.
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