Frog Brigades and Dreadlocked Girls

So on New Year’s Eve I had four tickets to see the Les Claypool Frog Brigade at the Fourth Annual New Year’s Eve Frogout. I had no friends in the area that got back to me who may have been interested in going. No problem with me though. I’ve been to concerts by myself and still I have a good time. I enjoy music. One thing that sucked was that it wasn’t sold out as of a week before so eBay wasn’t really an option. The day before I tried to check for tickets on Ticketmaster and they appeared to be sold out. That was a relief because I figured I’d be able to get rid of my extras at the show. It turns out that I got rid of them for just under face value, which by that point I was OK with. I just wanted them out my hands with a little money in my pocket.

Anyway, the opener, DJ Disk & Ramulen, was awesome. It was experimental music, with the DJ scratching, a guy on drums, a guy on bass, a guy on keyboards, and another guy on drums played with his hands. It was really fun to watch. The songs they put together were very energetic. There was this woman there who had brought her three kids. In line I heard the youngest one say she was 7 1/2. I wish I had a mom like that. The two slightly older boys were dancing around until they probably got tired and went to look for a place to sit in the balcony.

May I mention that the Fillmore is one of my favorite venues. I’ve been there three or four other times. To see Soul Coughing, Les Claypool and the Holy Mackerel, and a couple of other shows I think. The chandeliers are awesome and because it’s such a small place, even if you are in the back you feel like you are right in there with the band.

After DJ Disk there was a short break and Claypool and the Frog Brigade come out. The show seemed to last forever. I really should buy their CD. I can’t believe I haven’t yet. I recognized a couple songs from the Holy Mackerel CD, but many were new to me. I had heard a couple of others in some shows I have received through trading. They also covered some Pink Floyd which they have been known to do.

Although I’ve never found dreadlocks on anyone to be very attractive, there was this one girl dancing in front of my for the majority of the latter half of the show who was very, very cute. She had long, blonde, (pretty gross) dreadlocked hair, but a face like an angel. She was with a guy who she seemed to like, but he wasn’t giving her much attention. Maybe they were going out, maybe not, but they didn’t kiss at midnight like the other dreadlocked couple they were with did, and soon after that he just seemed to ditch her. That was fine with me because I just got to stare at her dancing to her heart’s content.

The show lasted until about 1:30 and I didn’t get home until just before 4:00 because I had to take a cab to the BART station. For those of you familiar with the Washington, DC Metro, BART is the Bay Area’s equivalent, built by the same company even. I took the train to Fremont and drove the 30 miles home.

I really did have a good time even if I got no New Year’s kiss. It gave me a chance to clear my mind, to think, and just to enjoy music.