Modest Mouse
Caught a very nice set by Modest Mouse last night at First Avenue. The joint was sold out and most likely oversold. The upstairs was a solid wall of humans, which made the bar almost completely inaccessible.

Almost.

I could tell that my newly developed anxiety panic problem that happens when I stand for too long in the middle of large sweaty crowds might get the best of me so took evasive action and preventative steps. I’ve found that all anxieties can be kept at bay if I continue to move around and give myself tasks. Simple tasks. Like, “you should go over to the other side of the stage and see what it looks like over there” or, “you should take a drink order and thusly move to the bar to fill it”. All these little jobs help confuse and fluster the anxiety. I’m not sure where this little problem developed but if this is what it means to get old than I’m going to have a serious problem with that.
Anyhoo. I hope to confront the thing dead on this weekend as I head out to New York City. If NYC doesn’t kill me then I’ll probably be cured for good. Maybe I’ll see Sasquatch.