Pink mohawk and all

13 + God played at the Great American Music Hall last night. The show was absolutely incredible, despite a severe back pain flare up on my behalf (a little too much shakin' of tailfeathas at the Love Parade, perhaps). I walked around after the opening act, looking for somewhere to sit down and stretch for a few minutes - but no such luck. I ended up in a shitty spot on the side, sandwiched between very large people and getting my junk rubbed up against by any number of drunkards who lacked the ability to stand in one spot.

Nonetheless, I nearly peed myself in excitement when during the encore, Dose One announced a "cover" which turned out to be "Pick Up The Phone." The show was bad ass, my back was retarded. I want a do over.