For Me a Nightmare is a Black Horse.

So I went to see Bright Eyes on Sunday. This is some of the most important music to me. To see the show was very special, and the fact that Conor and Co. really surprised me with some of the more obscure but personal favorite songs (We are Free Men, June on the West Coast [which I found cute, due to it being June, and me travelling to a concert on the west coast]...) was very pleasing. some not pleasing points of the trek were that my car's engine gave up on life completely, about 45 minutes into the four hour drive. After a VERY FUCKING EXPENSIVE TOW back to Kelowna, We made it just in time to catch a Greyhound. This would be a Greyhound that would get us to the show just in time. I've honestly never gone to so much trouble to do anything in my life. Well, anyway, I would say that the (slightly short; about 1:20:00 long) show was very much worth it for me. I even got a copy of the setlist (which i left in Van, but will hopefully have returned to me.)

It all started with the kinda-funny, kinda-cool, kinda-entertaining Gruff Rhys (pronounced Griff Reese) of Super Furry Animals fame. This one-man-show involved upside-down strung acoustic guitars, live vocal loops, toy tweeting birds, both English and Welsh languages, and little toy keyboards. Here is one photo of Gruff (with on-looker, Mike Mogis in the background):



Now I'm tired of typing. So, I'll just show you some photos that I took, and share a very poor quality video of a brand new song, which I will call, "Soul Singer":







I suppose the trip really was worth it. It's just, now I'm really depressed.