Something I have learned this summer: I am not as crazy about seeing bands I love a second time. Well, at least not if I went CRAZY over their first show.

While Me First & The Gimmie Gimmies was fun last night at the House Of Blues, it just didn’t have the awesomeness from the show at the Troubador a few years ago. That show was even more intimate, yet I don’t remember much of a mosh pit down front. Everyone was just singing along, jumping up and down, they were all casual in their Hawaiian shirt. This time, to get somewhat close you had to be willing to get tossed around, and I had had enough of that in the recent earthquake, thank you very much, and didn’t care to relive it. But to hang back behind the huge pit of moshers, everyone just stood there like a lump of clay, leaving me to be the sole loser “getting my groove on.”

So, going with what I’ve learned here: If I go see The Cold War Kids at Sunset Junction, I might have the best time ever and fall even harder for them.

Good to know!