High School Memories...

Last night we went to Artscape and saw Mike Doughty and Rusted Root. Actually, we didn't see much of them, we could hear just fine but since we were sitting on a wall under a tree we could only really see the sound booth and the crowd. The Jeremy and the Crissy came and shared our perfect spot just before rusted Root started.

Two things happened before the show started:
1. It was blazing hot. Like, "I'm sorry, I am going to pass out and die." hot. Dad, you remember coming back into Baltimore from VMD? yeah...
2. A bee flew into me and when I (not being sure what it was) knocked it off the bee left the stinger in my boob. Yep, my boob. To which I said, "Ahhh, ah, ah!" Senor took this as me pointing out a small bug and tried wipe away the stinger. I really almost punched him. Once we had established what was going on he was very helpful. And I had happened to bring a benadryl stick with me (thanks dad!) so today it does not look like I have a third nipple. It was a great way to start things off as I was already a fussy mcfussypants because of the heat...

Luckily we found the wonderful spot on the wall. Mike Doughty sounded just like Mike Doughty. J and I saw him at least ten years ago at Virginia Tech in a tiny ballroom and he played some of the same songs from that set. I love the sound of his voice, like a waterfall- powerful, rough, but the words always pouring forth linked in some magical way.

Rusted Root was fine. The crowd loved them and even the stiffest person moved to the beats they played. I wasn't all that caught up in them until they played this song. I realized then that listening to these two bands play was like walking through the fabric of my high school experience. The good parts I mean...