Last night, I went to see Social Distortion at The Fillmore – a fantastic punk rock band performing at a fantastic venue. While I realize my physical appearance as a small Chinese female may belie the punk rocker in me, do trust that I was more than thrilled to bang my head about with the rest of the crowd. (Ok fine. I was probably doing more bopping than banging).

Having never claimed to be the early bloomer, I witnessed my first mosh pit up close – a group of grown-men skipping around in a circle, playing bumper cars with their bodies, sweating, grinning, rockin’ out. I quickly learned mosh pit etiquette: (1) If you’re on the periphery of the pit, you are supposed to push at the moshers to keep their circle contained. (2) When someone falls down, you immediately help him up. (3) If someone loses a shoe, you continue to mosh about, but hold the shoe up in hopes that its owner will find you.

I secretly wanted to jump in too, but I would’ve been trampled within five seconds. Besides, it would’ve seemed a bit strange for me – decked out in boots, a cashmere sweater, and shirt from the prep masters at J.Crew – to be dancing about with the black-worshiping, facial piercing, weed smoking crowd. I was content to stand in the sea of 6 foot plus men, and have a great time.

Eric Anders – Never Enough (from my Travis Pandora station)

Hot Chip – Crap Kraft Dinner (heard it in Zara the other day)

So the other day at work, I’m sitting in a meeting with three of my coworkers. One of them is talking about a music act our client would be open to hiring for a sales conference.

“You know,” she says looking straight at me, “DZ? DJ?” I have no idea what she is talking about until…”Um, you mean Jay-Z?”

Coworker cracks up. “Yes, yes, Jay-Z!” Then she says, “Yea, so him, or this other guy…who is it? Cayenne? Cayenne something?”

Kanye West.

Phew. I still have some youth left in me.

At least until I overplay it, which will be very soon.

Band of Horses – Funeral.

Yes yes…another Serena-Loves-Depressed-Sounding-Music song. But to my credit, a friend recently said that my glass is not half full, it’s 3/4 full. So there.

YouTube has a video here, check it.

So I bought my second CD today. Ever (My first CD was The Offspring, purchased during my alternative-flannel shirt stage in middle school).

Anyway, today’s selection was Justin Timberlake. I actually like 8 out of 13 of the songs, so that makes me happy. I do know that I’ll probably listen to it straight for the next week and get sick of the entire thing. But it’s ok, I can still drool over the pictures of him in the CD booklet. Now that I typed that, I wonder…have you ever truly drooled over anything? I certainly haven’t. I only drool in my sleep, particularly when I’m sitting up. It’s pretty embarassing, but I’ve learned that a quick wipe of the sleeve destroys all evidence. Perhaps then I’m drooling over something/someone in my sleep…maybe it’s YOU! Ah, if only you could be so lucky.