The show is over, and it was good. I think I'm a fan of the Sound and the Fury. The lead singer sounds a little like the guy from System of a Down, although that's about the only thing those two bands have in common. Anyway, I liked them. Shamrock was good too. Their a pretty popular local band, but that was the first time I'd heard them. If I had the money, I'd spend it on both bands' CDs. But tonight's take was pretty meager. Still, fun was had, so it's all good.

The boys did great tonight, I thought. Everybody I talked to seemed impressed with them, and the club owner told me to keep in touch because he definitely wants to have them back. They're their own worst critics, but I thought this was their best show yet. Stacie's vocals were clear, you could understand most of his lyrics, and Ted rocked the house with his guitar solos. Poor guys were thrown for a loop when they found out they were the opening act after being told they would go second, and James got so nervous when we went for dinner after the soundcheck that he yakked all over my car. Fortunately he got his head out the window first, so he didn't get any of it inside. Still, my car is covered in vomit. Guess who's going to the car wash tomorrow!

I did not have a beer. However, I tasted two. My sister let me sample her Bud Light and Terrence let me try his Guinness. Neither was as bad as I remember beer tasting in my youth, but I just don't think I'm a beer drinker. And I'm really okay with that.

All in all, it was a fun night, and we made some quick cash, so, yay. I'm exhausted, and I think all the caffiene I imbibed to counter the Rum & Cokes before I drove home is wearing off and I'm crashing. Time for bed. Tomorrow I need to open up the band's merchandise shop on Cafepress.com and finally get their CDs put together to sell on MP3.com. So next time hopefully we can sell some shit at the show and come away with more than ten bucks apiece.