Dear Morningwood, I’m sending you my dry cleaning bill in a few days because when your troupe of undergarment-wearing dancers came and sprayed the audience with champagne you got it all over my silk shirt. Thanks. But the show was fun. The gaggle of 18-year-old girls surrounding me were having a blast throwing confetti. I still have the sparkles stuck in some of my body’s crevices.
The Exit also played, and I manged to catch most of their set. I was surprised how much they rocked. Really strong musicianship.