Oliver Black Kicks Some Trews' Butt

The days are really flying by fast at the end here. It's already the last work day of another week. Thursday? Yeah, I know...I have tomorrow off. I worked my butt off these last two days, even putting in small amounts of overtime. (Small as in 3-4 minutes over regular hours, which is saying a lot because I usually don't stay for the whole day anyway) I'm pretty much finished most of my big reports and letters and stuff. Just have put the results of my goniometer tests in a spreadsheet to make sense of them and finish my student presentation, plus a couple dozen other small things before I leave. But yeah, I worked hard and asked Dmitri yesterday if they'd need me around on Friday. He said "I don't see why we would" and the arm pumping and air punching began. YES! So Eric, Galvin, Rob and I all have tomorrow off. We're going to stick around here tonight, mail a few boxes, go to a nice dinner, then tomorrow morning we're heading out.

Oh yeah, and about Oliver Black and The Trews. Last night I went to a concert at AJ's with Chris, Eric, and Galvin. The opening act was a local Kingston band, nothing special. They were called the Harpies. Next up was this band called Oliver Black. They are a punk/rock band with a female singer. These guys started playing and it just got more and more intense after that. The two guitarists were amazing but it was the energy of the singer that got the crowd going. They all just looked liked they loved being up there and loved what they did so much. They had a drummer but he was in the back in the dark and you never noticed him. The Trews came up last as the headliner. They were really good...until they started to play. I didn't need Eric to tell me that the mixing was all wrong with this group. The bass guitar was turned up way too loud. I felt the volume was just too much in general. My pantlegs felt like they were balloons filling up with air, vibrating like crazy to the music. After 45 minutes of being harassed by this bass guitarist and not being able to hear any of the other instruments Chris and I decided to call it a night. The walk home was nice and peaceful, not because it was a quiet night, but because our eardrums were so shot that we couldn't even here the cars coming until they were right beside us. Strange feeling. The Trews will be playing twice more at Wakestock, I hope they get their volumes figured out at that one. Hmm, must...work...a little...more....ahh, done. I tied my shoe! Have a great weekend peoples if I don't get a chance to talk to you before Sunday night. Peace!