It’s a Thursday night and I’m dead tired. After work yesterday, I went to see Front 242 at the Regent Theater in DTLA. Holy motherfucking shit they played quite the set. The beats drive you to move your body, and the next thing you know you can’t stop. You’ve fallen under their spell. This should give you a hint even though this live bit was from nine years ago.
Big kudos to the sound folks at the Regent. The sound was top notch, I didn’t need to put in ear plugs. Well, I probably should have, but all of the levels worked well together.
One thing that was funny was seeing how many old folks there were at the show. It was so bad I could read the texts from people all the way across the theater from me.
I got home around 1 a.m. after which we had a department outing at work. It involved a booze cruise, a three hour tour around Marina Del Rey, booze and the idea of an afterparty which overwhelmed me so much I opted to go brave Westside traffic at 5 pm on a Thursday.
I’m dead tired now. And just think, I have one more day of work left this week. Good night.