Dodging the bullet

One of the truly great feelings in life is going out for a night of overindulgence and waking up the following day without a sore head or shaky hand.

I like to call it dodging the bullet. The weapon was aimed. You were loaded. The shot was fired...nothing.

It's a great morning and you know that you should be dying.

But like everything else, it can work both days. Like when you go out for 2 pints and the next morning you have all the symptoms of serious bender-fatigue.

Cruelly as one gets older the second option seems to occur more and more.

Thankfully last night falls into the first category. I went to see Sebadoh at Lee's Palace in Toronto. It was the "classic" line-up that hadn't played together in over 10 years. I understand it's not the Police, but I did spend a lot of time listening to Sebadoh when I was younger.

The evening got started with an afternoon. I had some old friends show up from London before 3 and we were drinking beer on the patio before they'd even toured my new house.

Without giving a gulp-by-gulp rundown, let's just say a pattern for behavior was set.

When we got to Lee's at about 11 the band came on and rocked the house. I'd seen Lou Barlow solo and he pretty much sucked as a individual performer, so it was good to see him with a live band.

I always thought Sebadoh's Harmacy, was one of the most underrated albums of the 1990's (along with Sugar's Copper Blue) so I was a little disappointed the band didn't play more from that record.

But for a bunch of old(ish) guys they still put on a great show.

Anyway, back to the original point. I dodged the bullet like it was 1995 all over again.