my life is a little...

...closer to being complete.

i have seen conor oberst play live music. y-a-y.

Some conclusions.

#1) He is not as sad as he (purportedly) used to be. i have never heard a bright eyes record, but i hear that it was a rough time in poor conor's life. he now seems to want to be ryan adams/jeff tweedy. he is a far cry from being either.

#2) He is not as pretty as he (purportedly) used to be. he had weird jack white hair and he looked pretty ugly. he is also not jack white. i would have sooner gone home with the bassist who looked like he was retrieved from someone's mother's basement in 1992, just for the show, or any/every member of his opening band.

#3) The opening band was superior to conor oberst. I think they were called the felice brothers? skinny guys, lots of enthusiasm. except for the accordian player. i mean, enthusiastic, but bearing a remarkable resemblance to the dude from blues traveler.

#4) ATL is a cool city. I should go there more.

i can't believe i missed a day. fuck-all.

-kevor kevberst.