7:10 PM Sunday night. The phone rings. SAM answers.
Sam: Hello?
Joe: Hey Sam, it’s Joe. What’s up?
Sam: I’m about to go to see Cake. Do you want to come?
Joe: What?
Sam: I’m about to go to see Cake.
Joe: You’re going to see what?
Sam: Cake.
Joe: …
Sam: The band.
Joe: Ohhhhhh. Yeah, ok, I’ll go.
Yeah, Cake is pretty good. I’d never seen them before. I didn’t even think they were still together. But the set was only an hour, which was a little disappointing.
Sam neglected to tell me who the opening band was, though. It was Cheap Trick.
Cheap fucking Trick.
At one point one of the guys in the band said to someone in the crowd, “You look familiar. Where have I seen you?” She answered, “I’ve been following you around for 27 years. When I was 9 I asked (someone in the band, the main guitarist, I don’t know their names) to marry me.”
Obviously I Want You To Want Me was the highlight of the night.