could have been the liquor or the music that was alright

Because I am the eternal, Olympic flame of the 1990s (^TM MTS), the first rock show that I've attended since moving back to NYC was none other than Buffalo Tom at the Bowery Ballroom on Friday night. It was a fun show, although I was exhausted and woozy from an impromptu happy hour earlier in the evening. They played a bunch of the "hits," but unfortunately I didn't stick around for the encore, so I have no idea if they played "Porchlight."

My favorite thing though (surprise, surprise) was noticing that Bill Janovitz was wearing a Red Sox wristband. He also razzed the audience about the misfortunes of the Yankees, which made the Masshole in me gleam with pride. There were a ton of Sox shirts and hats on those in attendance. I may just write this night off as "research" into the musical tastes of Red Sox Nation.

But yeah, the show took me back to 1993, when Big Red Letter Day was only removed from the CD player to make room for Let Me Come Over or various records by the Lemonheads and the Replacements.

(The Lemonheads are playing here on Thursday. I am sorely tempted, but there is no way in hell my husband will be willing to sit through that with me.)