This is how I spent my birthday.
I decided in lieu of sugar infused cakes and half-hearted attempts at gift giving I would request something meaningful and specific by way of my blog from my husband. And I’ll be damned if it didn’t work like a charm.
Billy Bragg and Darren Hanlon at the 9:30 club.
Because I’m such a rank amateur my camera was confiscated at the door but some devilishly clever concertgoers snuck in their flip video recorder and captured one of the most riveting moments of the entire night.
It’s good to know that somewhere out in the world there are still fantastic musicians touring the country playing to large crowds and bringing great joy to sad broken-down former groupies like myself.
The criminal grist perpetrated on society by the talentless Spears and Ke$ha’s of the world seems a little less heinous when tempered with nights like this….