Last night we had people over for some tasty delights on the grill and some cold beverages. With the assistance of many cold beverages, I was able to brace myself for a street festival. (Note: I hate street festivals. I find them full of tacky, trashy, smelly, sticky people and the food is over-priced and not that good and the whole thing is just uck.) The carrot tempting me down there? A wonderful stage show by Bad Veins, a local up-and-coming band.

We parked downtown and made our way through crowds of people in the street festival attire I was expecting (muffins tops, lots of cleavage, man tanktops, jorts, etc.)but were able to get to our stage pretty quickly. And get more cold beverages to boot!
When the Bad Veins took the stage I was expecting a welcoming for these local boys. Shame on the crowd who didn’t make a single peep when they walked on stage. I don’t think that helped gear the boys up for anything spectacular. But then they made it worse by talking entirely too much. And not humorous banter – just self-depreciating rambling. Whatever. I wasn’t there for that. I wanted rock.
So the music starts and the Bad Veins are doing okay. Not great, but okay. Their schtick is they have a few songs where the singer sings into a telephone (you have to see that to believe it) or a megaphone. Too bad the sound guy never turned up the volume on those.
This post is as rambling and disjointed as the show last night but what I can say for sure is that if the original Bad Veins show I had seen was like last night, we would not have this hanging in our hallway.
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