Last week, I was sidelined with the flu. I missed 3 days of work for the first time in I don't know how long, and basically didn't leave my apartment for 5 days. I know it sounds glamorous, but don't go out and get the flu yourself. Unless you enjoy not moving for several hours at a time and waking up every 15 minutes because your joints are so achy that you want to cry from the pain. In that case, you should go get the flu.

I saw Super Diamond again two Saturdays ago. That makes a baker's dozen for me. We wound up sitting next to one of the keyboardist's wife, who was celebrating her 40th birthday. We got a little background on the band and stuff, which was kind of cool, but not really.

The new season of American Idol is rocking strong. So far, I like the kid with the dreadlocks and the black girls with the big head of curly hair (there are two of them). I find the Irish girl off-putting, think her tattoo is ugly and think she screams when she sings. I hope she gets booted soon. Also, if you haven't seen the Randy Jackson/Paula Abdul collaboration/music video, go out and YouTube that. In fact, here.

Labels: American Idol, SuperDiamond, the flu

Last night, SuperDiamond came to Irving Plaza, so we headed down there to catch the show. We were really lucky because we knew the manager of the venue, so she hooked us up with free tickets, VIP passes and some drink tickets. The whole night was essentially gratis, which automatically makes things awesome. What's better than free stuff? Sexual intercourse, perhaps, and that's never free. I'm a little annoyed that I didn't bring my camera, so I don't have any pictures of us enjoying the band or the venue, which is one of the better places to see a concert in the city. We were told that 1100 people were there last night, but it didn't feel that crowded, not on the floor or upstairs.

I've seen these guys 11 times before, so there were no surprises. The band still rocks pretty hard, which is weird because they're playing Neil Diamond tunes. They play pretty much everything, including songs that you wouldn't necessarily know that he wrote unless you're a fan. On this dozenth (is this a word?) time, it was still extremely enjoyable. I was there with a dude who dives with sharks, and he called it "intense," which seems weird because he described diving with sharks as "fun times."

Labels: live music, SuperDiamond