Last night Sharp Like Knives played at the Khyber.

And they blew my fucking mind.

There is something so refreshing about going to a show and actually enjoying the bands, feeling that splurge of energy that makes my body move and not wanting each song to end. I like that. I've missed it. Two great bands and two great nights. I'm a happy lady today. Willis also made me a fantastic double burned cd.

And now I must tend to Shakespeare's intention with shrewishness in A Midsummer Night's Dream. How many of you even are aware of what it means to be shrew or shrewish?

Also, i'm just curious, does anyone read this blog that I don't know about? You know, who doesn't comment? I'm not bothered by it, just wondering if i'm cooler than I thought, probably not.