Ekrobi lies over the ocean, Ekrobi lies over the sea

On Saturday I accompanied the lovely Cameron to a party celebrating Meghann's birthday. Guess who else was there? Steve-o! The man, the legend. Steve-o is always contemplating the big important social and political questions ("Ekrobi, how much do your boobs weigh? What do you mean you've never weighed them?"), but he did manage to stray from philosophy for a few minutes during our conversations to inform me of his blog. Check it out. And join his gang.

So it was friends from Scotland on Saturday night and a band from Scotland on Sunday night. I didn't see any Scottish bands while I was actually living there, oddly. Gabriel and I attempted to see Mull Historical Society at a coffee shop but he didn't show up, the Beta Band was supposed to play right before I left but they broke up, the Delgados were always in Glasgow which was a pain in the ass to get to, etc etc etc. But Idlewild came to the Black Cat last night and I had my first Scottish Rock Experience. Anecdotes, in bullet point form:

• I did not buy a t-shirt, but they had one with a boat on it and one with a book on it. Which are only like my two favorite things ever. True story.
  
• The opening act, Inara George, was pretty good, but I honestly don't remember much about what they sounded like. I do remember that the drummer made some good faces. I always like to watch drummers because they make the best faces, but she seriously had some of the best all-time drummer faces in the history of drummer faces.
• There were some annoying people to my right. One was this guy about three people over from me who seemed to think he was at a Motley Crue concert. When he wasn't standing there screaming with his fist thrust in the air, he was doing some sort of violent seizure dancing. One of his buddies kept giving weird robotic complements to the band: "That was a good song." "You rock very much."
  
• There were some annoying people to my left. One girl just Would. Not. Shut. Up. "I want to bite his ass!" "Roddy, take off your clothes!" Plus much, much more. I'm sure Dan will give a full account in his blog, since this girl jumped onto his back at one point during the show. Anyway, this girl had an nine-foot-tall companion who kept shouting "Robby! ROBBY!" Except that the lead singer's name is Roddy. It reminded me of that time on The O.C. when they bring Luke the water polo player to the Rooney concert. Remember that? When he's all, "Which one's Rooney?" And then later he's all, "ROOOONNNNEY!" No? Okay.
  
• They played a Neil Young song that I've always liked, so that was nice.
• VEST SIGHTING #3 of the 2005 concert season! Yes, wee Roddy Woomble was wearing a vest. Except he calls it a waistcoat.
  

Next up? Dressy Bessy with Dapper Dan, Jen, and possibly others. Wait. That's Dressy Bessy with Dapper Dan, Jen, and possibly others. Yes.