Hallelujah! I had the best time at Beck's concert. He was punctual and didn't run three hours late like the last concert I was forced to ditch.
I was on my feet practically the entire time and so was everyone else. What a great crowd. The mood was festive and chill and my company was fantastic. We had a garden box - which seats six - but crammed (snuck) in another two pals to make it nice and cozy.
MGMT was great too. How old are those boys? They seemed so young and fresh.
I'll send you off with one of my favorite Beck songs. It makes me proud of my lovely El Lay and kinda makes me want to hop in a lowrider. It's the perfect song for hydraulics.
Que Onda Guero
(What's Up White Boy?)
Mano Blancos roll with crowbars
singing rancheras on cheap guitars
Abuelitas with plastic bags
Walking to the church with the Spanish candles
Dirty borracho says 'que putas!'
Andale, Joto, your popsicle's melting
Run better run, da doo run run
Mara Salvatrucha in the midnight sun