Last night, I relived a large part of high school with the return of Soundgarden at the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium. Thanks to Nick, the drummer in our band, Festizio, for the last-minute ticket.
Here are some crappy iPhone photos from the show. The Endearing: A little boy on the shoulders of his mom, ear protection on and clapping wildly, high-fived one of the guys we were with. The Strange: A large man who kept spinning around with his arms wide open. The Words: contact high.
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There are rare moments in life where you feel like you could just die.
Like when a beautiful woman kisses you, or when you taste a really great piece of chocolate cake (you can see how much I value food), the experience is so glorious and profound it carries you away.
On April 9, 2007, Muse performed at the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium, 
and it was the concert of my life. The sonic flashflood from Matt Bellamy’s Frankensteined (yeah, I even made up a word for it) guitar against the relentless backbeat of Dom Howard’s drums could raise any man’s spirits. Add to that Chris Wolstenholme’s thunderous bass, and you can’t help but feel a heart-pounding high.
The venue itself didn’t detract from the overall experience. We arrived late, and it only took mere seconds to get from the entrance to the action. I honestly can’t remember anything else about it, which is more of a good thing than a bad.
Also, I had about five pints of beer before going in.
That always helps.
