My Weekend Via Setlist

So as many of you know I was one of a large group that rocked out at the Incubus show at Festival Pier on Saturday night. As usual it was a stellar performance with the exception of one thing: The inexcusable decision of the band to close with a cover. Apparently, they've been pulling this BS for a couple years, a move that seemingly defies all logical thinking and is of the utmost annoyance to a die hard fan like myself. Anyhow, I will attempt to wrap up my weekend while simultaneously letting people see what the band's setlist was looking like.

Pardon Me- For having to back out of playing with Jamie at the bar on Friday night. I was deathly ill and in no condition to sing. I was only going to play a handful of tunes, just to give him a break that he ultimately didn't get. I have no doubt he did a stand up job despite this....Side Note- This song is always an Incubus classic and the fact they can open with it shows how incredible their catalog is.

Nice To Know You- To Liz, who has successfully devised a way to spend 100% of her waking life being a business professional, a beach bum, or the recipient of construction workers cat calls. I would be upset, but I feel as though our friendship is only one of many things in her life abandoned so that the aforementioned trifecta can stay intact. Liz, if you would like to remain friends in a way that doesn't involve me putting on a hard hat and holla'ing at you, let me know.

Anna Molly- To Pam Beesley, for restoring my faith in women. Yes Pam, I know that you're fictional, but just the remote possibility that there is a living breathing female out there that even slightly resembles you is enough to carry me through waves of skanky bar broads and cheating exes. Mark my words, I will find my Pam Beesley. (More on Pam and my recent obsession with the Office in a blog to come...hopefully)

Stellar- To Diesel, the Critchlow's english bulldog. You are stellar D-baby, and seeing your jowly face always brings a smile to mine.

Megalomaniac- I don't really have anything I want to write for this song, it's middle of the road as far as Inc. tunes go anyway...

Circles- My calendar year has turned into one big fat cycle. It doesn't matter what I'm doing, where I'm working, where I travel or who I verbally accost in this blog, it all seems to be a never-ending carousel. I think a bold career move or a bold something-else would be a good way to break the emotional/psychological monotony that I've been plagued with of late. If this paragraph sounds wordy and overthunk, it's because that's what I was going for.

Love Hurts- I'm sure the theme of this tune has been done repeatedly over the years by different artists, but of course I am partial to Brandon and Co. version. This love stuff is physically painful on occasion and just a royal pain in the keester in general. I'm 24 in a few weeks. Ideally, I'd like to have kids in 6-10 years. (Yea you heard me, chicks aren't the only ones who think about marriage and kids) That sounds like a lot of time right? Wrong. Time flies, if you haven't already noticed. With each day that passes, I become more aware of how quickly the one before it came and went. The years start blending together after awhile, and dates become less clear as life just seems to blur together.

Just a Phase- Scott and I came to the agreement that we are starting to grow out of our concert phase. In high school, we would attend at least a concert per month, getting crazy in mosh pits and crowd surfing and losing our voices and hearing simultaneously. It's still a lot of fun, but not exactly the same. It's a couple-times-a-year event now and it doesn't have quiiiiite the same impact it once did. Not to mention, shows are getting too pricey these days. Mediocre bands are selling tickets for 40 bucks. I'll pay 40 for the Foo Fighters, but not for Slightly Stoopid.

Drive (Acoustic)- I've been trying to cut back on my time behind the wheel. Gas has been a finance-draining douchebag this summer as per the usual, and I look forward to the coming months where more and more of my friends will be moving into da friendly confines of Da-215. It will save time, which saves money, and it will save money, which, as you might imagine, also saves money. I can't imagine this utopia of a city where the great majority of the people I'm close to live within walking distance. Sounds too good to be true...

Talk Shows On Mute (Acoustic)- I've really not been able to catch as much Conan O'Brien in his new time slot as I thought I would. I figured I'd be watching on a reg and getting an hour of extra Zs, but this hasn't been the case unfortunately. Truthfully, all TV I watch is online nowadays. I just exterminate full seasons of shows at a time after a hard days work. Plus, I still don't even have basic cable, so my options at any given time are limited. Still, I wouldn't mind catching up on my Conan.

Dig (acoustic remix)- Well, Jake hated the original, so I recommended this version to him only to get the same result. If loving new Incubus makes me gay, than lisp me up and throw a V-neck and some skin tight jeans on me.

Redefine- To Scott, who is redefining his writing and his image to a fascinating, and somewhat disturbing, cross between JFK and Tucker Max. His blog is both highly offensive and highly entertaining. It makes me shudder to think that both our mothers currently read our pages. Time to get a new URL. (or something like that)

Warning- This song is fantastic. Certain songs that become singles don't really deserve to be. Not the case with "Warning". I'd also like to send a warning out to bicyclists in Philadelphia who would stir my wrath to the point of no turning back with their idiotic traffic moves: I will reach a point where if I see you blatantly running a red while I have the green my foot and brake pedal will stay separated. You share the road, you share the rules. This act is getting very old, very fast.

Oil and Water- Again, applicable to my relationship with the biking population in the city.

Quicksand- See Megalomaniac

A Kiss to Send Us Off- To Ben Caplan and the multiple man kisses he generously dished out in a somewhat inebriated state on Saturday.

Wish You Were Here- To Mr. Tom who is hopefully loving life in Chicago right now. I hope to catch up with you soon brother and I really wish you could've been one of the people in that crowd with us on Saturday night. For those who don't know, Tom is probably the nicest cat you'll ever meet. He is working in the Windy City with underprivileged kids, much like he was doing in Philly. People who work with kids in the type of hands-on career that really impact lives (not just fill out paperwork) do not get compensated adequately for what they do. And Tom wouldn't cry about this fact ever. He's way to busy caring about others to be even remotely selfish. We love ya bro, and will see you soon.

Aqueous Transmission- This song has an Asian sound to it, so I will dedicate it to Sarah, the Asian-American lass I was chatting it up with post-concert. At any break from talking with each other, I was reminded by friends that she was, indeed, an attractive Asian girl and that digits should be retrieved. They were, moreso out of peer pressure than out of any deep connection. Still, a night full of moderately entertaining stories followed the show.

ENCORE:
The Warmth- A couple of the bartenders at Jocelyn's seemed to lack the Warmth, but luckily Caplan had enough to go around for the whole birthday party.

A Crow Left of the Murder- I'm not going to relate any aspect of my weekend to this song, but I will say that this was the jam that most impressed me that night. Brandon's voice was dynamite in such a way that it gave me an appreciation for the song I hadn't really had before.

Lets Go Crazy (Prince cover)- Since I already bashed this as a closer for the band's setlist I will say that it has been a wild summer and the last 3 weeks should be even busier (in a good way) than the first 3 months.

See, I go away for a month and I deliver the goods with a monster blog to follow a drought. So reader, I'll see you tomorrow maybe? In a week? Another month?.....