Bob Dylan and the Case of the Smallpox

Last night, April 15, 2006, was a night to be remembered! The inaugural concert of Paul Winters and the Jeremiah Onetet (feat. Bandwagon) was played, an event surely to be jested over in a coffee room by all sorts of biographers in the years to come. The setlist was short and punchy: "Killer Tofu," a hilarious send-up of the classic from Nickelodeon's "Doug," "Good Riddance (Time of your Life)," a smash hit of 1997 (or some year of that nature), "Plastic Jesus," a boring acoustic song, and "Sittin' on (The Dock of the Bay," continuing the trend of songs with parentheses! Not to be missed was the Jeremiah Onetet, playing acoustic guitar, electric guitar, and vocal gymnastics! His wounded shredding on the speed-metal coda to "Good Riddance" was truly a thing to be marveled at, as was the sheer audacity of his minimalist chord progressions on both "Killer Tofu" and "Good Riddance." Winters stunned the crowd with his arhythmic approach to singing. Music critics wondered if the group were purveyors of some sort of strange avant-garde aesthetic, but the group in fact eschewed pretension to frightening extent. When Methven took the microphone on "Dock of the Bay," his soulful, but distinctly white voice sent shivers through the crowd, prompting one young groupie to kindly request to have a sexual encounter with him. This groupie may have been a male, but Methven was touched all the same. Truly a night to remember.

My friends on AIM are probably tired about hearing about my concert, but what can I say, I'm excited to have played a gig. All the above is true, if told in exaggerated style. I pray that someone will have recorded/videotaped the show, for if so, I will merrily post it on this blog.