This last Thursday after my job interview the wife treated me to a concert in Portland at the Aladdin Theater. We mostly went to see Keaton Simons, who seems to have grown attached to the women folk of our family. He's a genuine nice guy, good lookin' and has more than his share of talent. We had great seats for his set, at first. We were in the front row and saw Keaton fine, but when the next act took the stage, not so much.
The next act, Raining Jane, an all girl band from California started great from what I could see. Then the crowd filled the space between the stage and the front row and then we 
couldn't see so much good anymore. Especially when they pulled out the cello and sitar, two of the ladies just vanished from my view because they had to sit. They sounded great, the percussionist was AWESOME, but alas … she was sitting too. All we could see was the girl that was 6 foot tall anymore. Then I think we wondered back on our way to the balcony, but then met Keaton in the hall and had to chat.
The main event, Tyrone Wells, was good. I wasn't too impressed with the songs themselves, but the musicians were good. But when Keaton came out to jam with them, it was quite clear who the better musician was. I swear I could even sense he was holding back to not make the other guitarist look bad. The best song was the Cranberries cover of Zombie.
But the whole evening was nearly undermined by my repeat offense of wearing mismatched shoes. This was the second time I've done this when going to a public event. The first time was when I was going to a musical at a local theater. I don't know what is wrong with me. Sigh
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