i scored last-minute tickets to see incubus at the pacific coliseum last night, and i was just blown away. these guys can fucking bring the house down.

i’ve only been listening to incubus since their “make yourself” album (not like those supposed die-hards who have been after a piece of brandon boyd’s ass since his teenage rocker days), but i was still familiar with most of the songs they performed. the samples, the drums, the guitars, the vocals… everything was right on last night. i took alan to see them perform — he’s established a pretty sizable respect for them after listening to their “morning view” album. it was a great night, all in all. brandon’s voice was amazing. i’ve never heard them live before, so i was mighty surprised to hear that slim guy belt out such difficult notes without straining his voice.

i don’t care what anyone says: although a significant amount of their fanbase is made up of fourteen-year-old girls screaming “take it all off, brandon!”, incubus still remains one of my favourite bands in all artistic angles. good lyrics, good music, and just overall a good time. and after hearing them do all this live with ten times more fervour and talent than on their cds, i have developed a newfound respect for them myself. besides, now i realize why i decided to make out with brandon that night. wahaha!

man, i wish i had brought a camera. stupid pacific coliseum and the frisking and the ohmyglavin! (see: professor frink) i don’t get the chance to go to very many concerts, but this one was worth every penny.

in other useless news, today was my first day back to school. it’s hard ending your summer on such a high note and then having to return to the lowly drudgery that is the academic class struggle. perhaps there’s a little marxist in me yet.