Last night I felt like I was in the movie "Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle," only the characters were Joey and I, and our destination was the Ladies & Gentlemen show at Subterranean. The impediments to our fun night included fruitless searches for parking spots, waits for friends who had to stop in Logan Square for an hour, Joey's ADD with bars ("We HAVE to stop in here first!"), the death of a friend's car, and bad comedy at the Pontiac.

To top it all off, I forgot my camera. There goes my promise to document every show I go to. Oh well, at least I had my camera phone. You know, I'm beginning to warm up to the idea of putting crappy cameras in cellphones. If. Only. They. Didn't. Suck.

Anyway, we made it to Subterranean in time to even hear two songs from the previous band and secure our spots in the front row. This was no small feat; Subterranean was packed because of a full-page article about the band in Friday's Tribune and Red Eye. How funny it was to see all those suburban Johnny-come-latelies try to dress like Skid in ties, V-neck sweaters and finely pressed jeans. I shouldn't make fun of them, though; they energized Skid to a lively performance (a 15-kick show!) I haven't seen in a while. Even Scott showed some new moves, treating his keyboard as if it were a bass guitar and throwing it (yes, throwing it) all over, though I kept fearing for the life of that keyboard.

No, Joey, this isn't name-dropping, because all the band members' names are publicized in the Red Eye, so I mention them merely for descriptive purposes and the edification of the readers.

I'm still not going to end by saying what I'm listening to right now. I just told you about a band, isn't that enough?