okay.
mini censored rant/review of the Arts County Fair.
Tupelo Honey: relatively good for a live band. their stuff live is alright, but probably not somethin i would get into. i think i described them to Jason as "Creed, without the religion."
Stabilo: i'm sorry, but these guys were so lame, in my humble opinion. i keep wanting to compare them to someone, and the only 2 bands i can complare them to are John Mayer (but a little more hardcore) or Boys II Men (if you gave them guitars). Something along those lines. I mean, as much as i love and adore John Mayer (not so much with BIIM,

), it really wasn't something that fits at a rock show. and i'm not talking about their live performance (although that was actually pretty okay.).
Metric: really really, REALLY fun to watch live. although, at this point, one fuck of a lot of people were climbing into the stadium, and around here is where all the shoe throwing and moshing started. I think Metric's show would have been excellent (imho) if i weren't taking it down a notch -- i was probably in the worst spot ever, also known as mosh-pit runoff. i think i fractured a rib and bruised my sinal cord.*shudders* So yeah, overall it was quite awesome.
K-os: oh, man. matthew good was supposed to be headlining the show (i believe) but i have to say, K-os stole the show. Enough said.

hell, he dedicated "Superstar" to Emily Haines, because she nearly got clubbed in the face with a shoe. Is that awesome, or not? I absolutely loved when he made all the girls sing a round of Ray Charles' "Hit the Road, Jack", leading right into "Crabbuckit". That too, was amazingly awesome and fun as hell. Toi add to the list of injuries, i think I've got a collapsed lung or something.
Matthew Good: god. i'd hate to say this, but i really don't want to think about that bit right now. the show itself wasn't bad... well, what i saw of it, anyway. i was kinda busy trying not to get my head kicked in by the mosh pit when i was on the ground, screaming for my life. other than that, the show was fine, good performances, relatively good/drunken ambience, etc, until Matt almost ran off the stage, because of them damn shoe-throwers. (when i got home, i found out that a
wrench was thrown, too.

)
uhh, so, yeah, that's all i can think of to say.
me need sleep.
and maybe some ibuprofen.