Bill and I caught the Jayhawks at Rams Head Live! last night. It was a great show. I always love it when a band sings about a farm without falling into the schmaltzy, unidimensional musical and thematic tropes you hear on pop-country radio stations.
I know I shouldn’t have been, but I was a bit surprised by, um, how much life experience these guys had accumulated. Much of the audience was similarly, um, life-experienced.
Not me, though. And I can prove it:
In case the English translation at the bottom doesn’t give it away, I’ll point out that this is a temporary. We had dinner before the concert at Tatu. After you eat, they bring you cotton candy and temporary tattoos along with your check.
Why, yes, I am enjoying my mid-life crisis. What makes you ask?