On November 5th, 2005, I would stupidly drive my hunk of junk car into New York City to see Super Furry Animals live at Webster Hall. Driving in Manhattan instilled a desire in me to to never ever drive in NYC again, or at least not for a really long time. Those big wide open roads out in Sussex County were way easier to drive my fucking boat of a junker on.
This is also, to date, the only time I ever tried to go on a date with a girl, because I was still running from being gay. Sorry Jen! I still think you're cool I just like cocks. For what it's worth we remained pretty good friends after I finally came out until eventually we drifted apart after a few years, once I dropped out of college. She deleted her facebook which was the only contact info I had for her (because, in 2005, facebook was actually being used by young people it is so weird to think about that knowing how facebook is now)
Anyway, at the time my two favorite bands were The Super Furry Animals and The Mountain Goats, I would get to see The Mountain Goats next year. But this? This was my first real concert. I had been to see local bands from the area play in closed barbecue restaurants after they closed, but nothing at Webster Fucking Hall.
I got lost and got there late so we missed Caribou, who were opening but got in just in time for the main set. It was a great show.
Anyway, here's The International Language of Screaming