The show was good. Seemed sparsely attended, maybe medium full down in that dark basement club. It’s so small. Hard to fathom Spoon played there last month, conveniently choosing the night when I would be in Chicago. Thanks dudes. Anyway, Patrick Park was pretty great. I’d never seen him before, in fact didn’t really know what he looked like. So there he was, all by himself, in his hat. I stood front and center, why not. It’s nice to be able to see. And like I said, not crowded at all. It has been a while since I have been to a show like that. It used to be that way a lot, when I was going out every weekend.

I like his voice and the way he plays guitar. I watched his hands. Sometimes he just used his fingernails, no pick. That was pretty cool. Brian was paying attention to that too; he practices a lot more than me.

I was bummed that we didn’t get to hear “Nothing’s Wrong” — oh well. Perhaps another time.

After Patrick Park finished, my beer was finished too so we left. We walked down the block to Miyabi and had some sushi and Brian had a bowl of udon. It was nice to be out and about at 11pm, so well past my bedtime. We made our way home and I told Brian I wanted to stay up late. I almost made it to one AM.

This morning I again quavered on going to yoga, but dragged myself there and did my ninety minutes. Now I have had lunch and fooled around online enough, I have a serious to-do list to get through. Time is running out.