I went to a concert last night at the Bowery Ballroom. Some friends of mine dig the band that was playing-- I'd never heard their stuff but it seemed like it would be a fun time, regardless. The band was called Jets to Brazil. I actually really enjoyed their music, but the crowd was so awful that it really detracted from the overall experience. When they weren't simply being annoying, they were actually being offensive. No wonder it seemed that the set was cut short. I wouldn't have wanted to play for that crowd, either. (I wrote "crown." Lingering thoughts of independence from the English, I guess)

Tuesday I am going to see Pearl Jam at Madison Square Garden. Sometimes, when I realize this, I start bouncing up and down with glee. I'm very excited about this.

It is a very, very hot and humid day here. In case you, um, wanted to know.