A Girl With a Sword

I am trying to say what I want to say without having to say I love you

I went to see Stars at the Paradise Rock Club tonight. Paradise is rapidly becoming my favorite venue in Boston. It might be that I just love riding the B-line.

I was very disappointed around noon when I heard that the show was sold out. That surprised me because I thought I didn't care whether I went to the show or not. I decided to head over to the Paradise after work anyway and try to rob some poor soul of their hard-earned ticket. After spending some companionable time with the other fans who'd waited too long to buy their tickets, I was offered a free ticket by a nice man on the guest list. Score. I like not planning ahead, it pays. My heartfelt thanks to that anonymous dark haired stranger. The show was definitely worth . . . more than I paid for it. Really, it was amazing, one of the best shows I've ever been to (not that my experience is that broad). The opening band, Magnet (a guy from Norway) was way too sappy and way too pissed of at America in general and the audience tonight in particular. He pretty much booed himself off the stage, we tried to cheer him up. People in Boston are nice, much nicer than people in New York. I noticed that this weekend. Today I even played the "you go first" "no, you go first" game with a man as we were getting off the T in Park Street. All that to say, Magnet brought it on himself, man. But Stars, they were fantastic! Every song felt like the climax of the show. So much energy, so much happiness. And it made me really happy when the lead singer (Torquil Campbell, what a great name) announced, "We know you all came to hear the songs about sex and death. Here they are." before launching into "What I'm Trying to Say." Sex and death, yeah.