My friend and coworker Laurie, femme extrordinaire, in addition to her dayjob, is an art gallery/show curator (sorry for any title butchering, I'm doing my best from my sad memory) and musician, and snuck us backstage to see their band, Nebraska Alaska, open for the Harvey Danger Tenth Anniversary show Friday. Sadly, there was a mixup on the time and we got there just as N/A was ending their set (we'll catch you guys again soon, hopefully). However, the Harvey Danger crew pulled off a great show and I was honored to get to be up in the box for the second night of their anniversary show, which was conceived as a run of every song off their albums, plus b-sides, beginning to end, in two nights. 'Twas lovely, right down to the carnation in Sean Nelson's lapel.
Sean, I hope you never read this, but if you do, I'd like to apologize. I spoke with you a whole ten minutes at Moe during the Super Fat Tuesday event, and I may have come across as someone just shooting the shit and wasting your time. So I didn't bug you Friday when we crossed paths a few times in the green room, or whatever that little glass box overlooking the stage is called, but you kind of looked at us, maybe wondering why the hell we were in the box, and I regret not interrupting my friends to tell you it was a good performance. Cheers.
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