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Friday I went to see the REM concert at the Greek Theater in Berkeley with Jeff and Mariya and Emily. I went for the company and to glory in the coming of damn South Bay people up to my neck of the woods for once... I think maybe the only concert I could go to where I knew every bit of the music would be a Beatles concert. The Eagles or Styx wouldn't have me embarassing myself, probably... But generally, I go to concerts to hang out with people and I just fail to mention that most of the music is new to me. ;)
So beforehand, I took them to Aki's, the excellent Japanese restaurant on Northside, and once again, it did not fail to impress. It was fortunate we were well-fortified with food, because we had lawn seats and much to our surprise, we had to expend energy all night to keep from sliding down the incredibly steep dry-grass-dirt hill that makes up the lawn of the Greek Theater. I literally could have tobogganned all the way down the hill on my butt alone, taking everyone below me with me. Lying on your back meant sliding down; you had to sit so that you could apply force to the hill with your weight focused on your butt or your feet. I found a good position: sitting cross-legged so my weight focused on digging the edges of my sneaker soles into the dirt of the hill. It was like stopping by turning on the edges of your skis.
( But the concert! )
So beforehand, I took them to Aki's, the excellent Japanese restaurant on Northside, and once again, it did not fail to impress. It was fortunate we were well-fortified with food, because we had lawn seats and much to our surprise, we had to expend energy all night to keep from sliding down the incredibly steep dry-grass-dirt hill that makes up the lawn of the Greek Theater. I literally could have tobogganned all the way down the hill on my butt alone, taking everyone below me with me. Lying on your back meant sliding down; you had to sit so that you could apply force to the hill with your weight focused on your butt or your feet. I found a good position: sitting cross-legged so my weight focused on digging the edges of my sneaker soles into the dirt of the hill. It was like stopping by turning on the edges of your skis.
( But the concert! )