you need to explain this. sleater-kinney rips!
True story, they are pretty good. But it was the Crystal Ballroom in Portland filled with these indie fucks, who kept making my friends and I lives difficult at the show. The two opening bands were horrible as well, might of even been the Black Keys...then this other band we deemed "Barbara Springsteen" or "Bruce Striessand" cause it reminded us if those two had a horrible love-child, and that love child was able to make music. Really bad music, music that makes your ears bleed.
We also were passing up seeing what ended up being a killer show in Seattle we had been planning on going to, because it was our friend Eli's birthday and she wanted us to go with her, as they were her favorite band at the time. We were just unhappy to be there in the first place, and things got worse and worse. Eventually when Sleater Kinney got on, everyone around us was mad at us for dancing.