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This is a great article--Bottled Water: Nectar of the Frauds? Yes, it really is true what they say about all of you who buy bottled water. You're stupid.

[Naturally, as I type this, a bottle of Dannan "Natural Spring Water" is sitting next to me. Despite the fact that we live on the ridge and our tap water essentially -is- spring water...my mother still feels the need to buy it in bottles.]

Last night I hit the Warehouse again, this time to see The Reputation, The Sweet Nothings, and Showoff.

When I went to Knox, the Reputation came and played at our college. And everything that could go wrong for them did. First, they were a good 2 and a half hours late because their van got a flat tire [she told me at the show last night that was their third straight sunday getting a flat]. When they finally got there, hardly anyone was there, and then the microphone was falling apart, or something, because every time she'd breathe in, she'd choke on a bunch of fibers. So she borrowed a legwarmer [who wears those, anyway?] and wrapped it around the mic. THEN her guitar wouldn't work right, so she had to fix it on stage.

Things went much better this time, the only problem being in the guitar monitor and that didn't affect the concert at all. They were fantastic [remember, I posted about them a couple posts back, about how they'd been growing on me] and I hope they can get time to record a new album soon, because their new songs are pretty awesome.

The Sweet Nothings apparantly were a local band. Everyone seemed to like them, but Merril and I just sort of sat in the back and waited for them to finish. Their music wasn't bad, really, it just wasn't good either. It was a blatant clone of all the worst features of Blink-182, Green Day, and the Starting Line. The lead singer was trying -way- too hard to be funny/cool and it wasn't working, and the bass player and guitarist just looked bored. If they hadn't been local, they wouldn't have had nearly the crowd support. I felt sorry for the Reputation, who'd been fifteen times better but had a much smaller crowd, since they came from Chicago and it was their first time at the Warehouse.

Last was the triumphant return of Showoff, recently reunited after a few years off. It's weird how I ended up knowing these guys. Nick and I first heard them [oddly, the same place we first heard Less Than Jake] a good six years ago...on the Digimon the Movie soundtrack, of all places. (Honestly, I think that CD is what started us on the path of liking cool music.) We didn't hear much about them, and then when the Fold came and played at the Warehouse, we found out that the singer used to be Showoff's drummer, and he told us that the old band had loved playing the Warehouse. Then a month ago I find that they're reuniting and playing there again! They put on a really good show--Merril commented that they almost seemed too good to be at that small of a place. So, despite the astounding mediocrity of the Sweet Nothings, it was a pretty good night.

Afterwards, we grabbed Nick and went to Merril's dorm and played cards. I got killed.

I wonder if the trend of only updating my blog after concerts will continue...

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