LAST NIGHT'S MY BLOODY VALENTINE SHOW IN SAN FRANCISCO

Finally seeing MY BLOODY VALENTINE play last night in San Francisco after worshiping a band and their catalog for so many years was inspirational. Although the venue, The Concourse, left much to be desired and felt like we were in a big, long barn, it couldn't hide the {{{SOUND}}} of MBV. Earplugs were simply there so that you're ears didn't just bleed in what was hands down the loudest concert I've ever been to. A PLACE TO BURY STRANGERS, as loud as they are, aren't even on the same plane of noise. When I left last night I felt like I had been spanked, HARD, and that the sound was still in my bones. What I love about bands like MBV, bands that made a real impact on music, but perhaps not a commercial impact, is that it proves that people will come out and support great music, even if songs don't have traditional chorus' to sing along to, that a vibe band such as MBV can still affect so many people in such a powerful way.