Shout about.

I saw Cowboy Mouth last night, and I'm still hungover and sore. A victory, then.

I showed up almost an hour early for the doors, so I spent most of that time hanging around outside chatting with the one guy that showed up before I did. Fred LeBlanc came out about a half-hour after I got in line, chatted a bit, then went on his way to get a tuna fish sandwich. I got in early enough to get a spot right at the front - not right at the stage, though, since there was one of those small metal partitions for a little space between the stage and the floor. Some photographers came through during the show, so I guess that's why it was there. The opening band was Dash Rip Rock who got the audience pumped up for the main event, which lasted well into the night and had me back at the dorm so late I had to stay up even longer to make sure I was tired. That sort of adrenaline coasting doesn't let you go for a while.

There were a few times throughout the night Fred would just sit back, cross his arms, and keep time on his drums waiting for the audience to get pumped back up. More than enough. But it worked, and after a while he didn't need to keep doing it for as long. There was one time where he taunted New York by saying he could tell Boston their city was louder which did the trick. Other times he'd just tell the audience to give more, and we did, and then more, so we did, and then more, and we didn't have a choice but to shout and scream, since we had just a bit more in us. So we kept going as they kept playing.

Some old favorites - Disconnected, Joe Strummer, Jenny Says, So Sad About Me - and some new ones - Iko Iko, Belly, Tell The Girl You're Sorry - and a couple of random covers, including a little medley of You Can't Always Get What You Want with I Believe, which might've been the highlight of the night. You wouldn't believe the number of red spoons that got thrown onto the stage and how many got swept up afterward. So much singing and dancing and screaming, and there were a few times near the end when I had this huge spitting pain going through the back of my head ear to ear and I had to stop and hold on so I wouldn't fall down, but it was worth it for the feeling at the end.

It's even worth the feeling now, even though my right leg aches from stomping on the floor and I'm still kind of thirsty. Because I got to stand in the front row at a Cowboy Mouth concert and let myself scream and shout and get everything out of my system, and hoo baby, did I need that.

Now, a day to get my batteries recharged after that draining, and I should be good to go for another couple of months.