Today's Song of the Day

Kiss Off, Violent Femmes, 1983

My truth is: The Violent Femmes changed my life. And, after waiting a lifetime for the stars to align, I finally had my time in the sun with them this past week. Then, mid-way through the show ... BAM! Holy moly, I suddenly felt lightheaded and nauseous. Ugh. WTF?

During intermission, after Hallowed Ground but before playing their self-titled debut album, I was forced to do the unthinkable -- my old ass gave up a premium rail spot front and center witnessing the Violent Femmes live. Yep. By sheer willpower, I managed to make it to the back of the venue without becoming a viral meme. (I still can't believe I didn't either pass out or vomit.)

I (intermittently) raved on because I always do what I have to do, y'all. Mostly, though, I just fought to stay on my feet. I forget what eight was for ... It may seem melodramatic, but this personal attack on me by the universe ranks as one of the worst moments of my life. Uh huh. I said what I said.

Gordon and Brian were so on point, too. It was beautiful. This new era drummer slayed, too, BTW. So tight. So fun. So perfect. The crowd was perfect -- filled with real fans. Even the weather was perfect. Other than being sick as a dog, everything was perfect. I was less than perfect, as per usual. Why, music gods? Why?

PS: Please play Violent Femmes at my funeral. This will go down on your permanent record.

Bring it on, Monday!