warelephantSo I went to see my first concert in quite a while last night, an especially rare occasion because it was a school night, and an even more obscure event because it was a Monday night (which means you can’t fall back on the “All I have to do is make it through Friday” justification). It was Deer Tick at Mojo’s, and it ROCKED.

Now I’m not saying that was a bad thing. I actually wanted to go because, despite the often-mellow nature of their CDs, they also possess just enough energy to hint at their deeper David Lee Roths. Don’t give me all mellow unless I came for all mellow, and sure as hell don’t give me all mid-tempo, like you don’t have the guts to choose one extreme or the other! What was odd was that most people probably got hooked on Deer Tick for their acoustic numbers. Instead they heard 75% songs not on any album that I’m aware of, covers like “Maybellene” and “Cheap Sunglasses,” and long, onanistic guitar solos.

I like the CDs. I liked the concert. Molly likes the CDs. Molly would have been annoyed by the concert. Kind of an odd game to play on your $10-paying, out-on-a-Monday-night customers. It was like Dylan going electric at Newport all over again.