when i signed into blogger this morning, i had big plans.
i was going to make a tribute to the late great luther vandross.
i was going to talk about how wonderful it is to be able to have a bonfire whenever i want, and how much i love that bonfire smell.
i was going to get all giddy about how i have a four-day weekend away from work.

but right now, the only thing i can talk about was how badass the black-eyed snakes were last night at bayfront park. sparhawk was magnificent and they kicked my ass and i loved it.



it was kind of weird to see them outside. in the daylight. they're always in small, smoky rooms with minimal lighting, and the shows can be pretty creep-tastic because of the dirty and dangerous persona they so love to exude.

this is my official tribute to the black-eyed snakes, my favorite duluth band that isn't on hiatus.

it's too nice out to sit inside any longer.

happy 4th, bitches.

edit, 1:22pm
dear live 8,
i've been watching you for two hours. i need to get off my ass but i'm loving you a lot right now. you gave me the gorgeous bon jovi/ritchie sambora, complete with "living on a prayer." you gave me coldplay doing "bittersweet symphony." you gave me a surprisingly kickass destiny's child performance of "say my name," with beyonce going nuts... that was great. snoop doing "what's my name" was awesome... especially because the censors were behind. you made madonna sound incredible with that choir. you made me well up with tears when bono started singing "blackbird."
but
the best moment of live 8 so far today was not any of the legendary artists. or even brad pitt.
it was ricky gervais doing the david brent dance:



god i need to see that.
awesome.
love, anne.