Went to the 9:30 Club last night to see a Bad Religion show.

The first opening band was five British punks who had the skinniest legs I have ever seen in my life. They did lots of leaping on stage and looked like shrieking gazelles. Passably punkrock.

They were followed up by a band called The Briggs. The Briggs is trying very hard, and they play like they've been taking lessons for quite a while, but their stage presence is stiff and their music is limp.

Bad Religion was awesome. As usual. Because they can't help it. And that's about all I can say about it.

Other items of note:

-$3 for a cup of soda?!? This is why clubbing is a pile of shite.

-Creepy 60 year-old-men do not get to lean against me at rock shows. Yes, sir, I know that I have a very good spot, and I know you really wish you'd gotten here early enough to get it, but that doesn't mean you get to spend the show crawling up my butt trying to see past me. If you want to get physical go get in the pit.

-In any given pit there will probably be about 20 people who have absolutely no clue whatsoever about pit hospitality. This is okay, unless all 20 of them are standing together, creating a sort of sink hole for any crowd surfers unlucky enough to get passed that way. If you are going to be in the pit then please be prepared to give your fellow man a little butt support.