"That was disturbingly good."
I don't know why I said it. Andrew, the keyboard / guitar player from OK Go looks strikingly like my friend Marcus, more so when he is playing than at any other time. He was also the only member of the band who wasn't engaged in conversation with a small crowd of pre-pube girls as I was leaving the Spend the Night tour.

So I shook his hand and told him that the show was disturbingly good. What did I find so jarring? Was it the striking difference between the mood that seems to be all the fuck over the television and the mood of the thousand people, there in the Showbox? Was the heartbreaking joy of a pop concert a physical shock to someone so used to thinking about war and duct tape and poverty and joblessness?

At some level, maybe I was wondering to myself, "are you ever going to make a thousand people this happy, especially nightly for 2 months? Didn't think so."

On another level I was surprised by the fact that I was enjoying OkGo, and even the Donnas, a band built around almost pure kitsch at an un-ironic gut level. Where am I, I wonder, without irony? I breathe ironically for fuck’s sake!

In any case the concert was disturbingly good, and maybe it is haunting Andy that someone was disturbed by the high quality of the rock show. Well, if he is asking I hope that this offers a bit of an explanation.