Pat and I went to see Nada Surf last night. What a great show! It's funny, I always hear about these new up and coming "buzz" bands, and when I go to see them, I'm more than usually let down. But old veterans like Nada Surf, without any buzz or fanfare? Great show. So engaging. They really approach their live performance with the attitude of "A stranger is just a friend you haven't met yet". So disarming and engaging.

It was funny though; the concert was Pat's idea, so I figured he was a big fan. It turns out that he is, but he only owns one album by them. And sadly, they only played 3 songs that he knew last night (Stalemate, Hyperspace, Blonde on Blonde). I kept having to lean over and tell him which song was from which album. Ok, well, truthfully, I only own two albums, so I didn't know that many more than he did. Maybe twice as many... But they played "80 Windows", so I was happy!

And now, some levity:

Two men dressed in Pilots' uniforms walk up the aisle. Both are wearing dark glasses, one is using a guide dog, and the other is tapping his way along the aisle with a cane.

Nervous laughter spreads through the cabin, but the men enter the cockpit, the door closes, and the engines start up. The passengers begin glancing nervously around, searching for some kind of a sign that this is just a little practical joke. None is forthcoming.

The plane moves faster and faster down the runway, and the people sitting in the window seats realize they're headed straight for the water at the edge of the airport territory. Just as it begins to look as though the plane will plough straight into the water, panicked screams fill the cabin.

At that moment, the plane lifts smoothly into the air. The passengers relax and laugh a little sheepishly, and soon all retreat into their magazines, secure in the knowledge that the plane is in good hands. In the cockpit, one of the blind pilots turns to the other and says, "You know, Bob, one of these days, they're gonna scream too late and we're all gonna die."

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