Energy

Norman texted me around noon to tell me he'd had an infection treated in his foot, so had to cancel. I messaged Parker to let him know. Obviously, the cash would be great, but on this particular day, I was fine with him rescheduling. Hit the gym for a workout, then home just before Travis got there. We chatted for a bit before picking up John for the concert, talking about sex work and cutting and drugs.

The Irenic is apparently a church, or a former church, that's now been converted into a performance venue, in the middle of a residential area in North Park. We found Princess Parking, as appropriate, and waited. The opener was a thin, attractive young man named Cobi, who sings like he's making out with the microphone. His music is good. Really good, actually, and I'm digging on several of the songs, despite a lack of sophistication or variety in the lyrics. He's sort of a mix of Jimi Hendrix-esq 70's rock with 90's alternative. His label seems to be trying to get him to be Gavin DeGraw or Hozier. Either way, I was grooving by the end of it. His drummer was also really into it, and his poor bass player kept trying to have a moment with someone on stage and neither would give it to him.

Boy & Bear were not as good for me. Very talented, of course, and the lead singer is *gorgeous.* But they're an indie folk band with a rock tinge, and they were trying waaaaaaaaaay too hard to be a rock band. Most of their songs sounded like a mishmashed wall of sound, even the ones I really like. They warned us when they had 2 songs left that they weren't going to do an encore, but someone suggested an additional song, and they did it. Someone shouted they should do Free Bird Southern Sun, and he responded that of course they were going to, they couldn't really get away with a concert without it. On the one hand, they've been touring forever and are probably tired of it. On the other hand, they're a successful music group and can cry me a river and drown in it.

I met Alice, a short, adorable girl behind me with glitter under her eyes, who'd enjoyed my dancing during Cobi, and missed it for Boy & Bear. I should have added her to the music group. Hindsight is ever 20/20.

I bought shirts from both bands, thanked Cobi for a great time and got a pic with him. I learned from Travis that Cobi had fucked one of the girls during B&B's set. I imagine there isn't much privacy on tour, so that makes sense. I dropped John off at home and offered to let Travis crash at my place, since it's a helluva drive back up to Manhattan Beach, but he declined and then made out with me. And then lingered. And then made out with me. And then lingered more before getting back on the road.

I let Hover out of his cage for a bit, petted Lady Miss Friday and finally ate a little dinner (which I should have just skipped at this point). Julian messaged me, asking me to read some Trump tirade he'd written. Okay. He asked how I was, but it was getting towards 11, so I begged off until tomorrow, and he got mad because I wouldn't do that "if we were together." Poor Julian.