For the umpteenth time, Metric, with their usual bizarre, cold stage presence, felt like watching a DVD. I don’t know what it is, but I always feel like Metric is playing hard to get, but that could just be my deranged E. Haines fantasies talking. Anyway, some group of girls was filming the show and I asked one for a copy and I don’t remember what she said. I also accidentally tipped the bathroom guy $5, so that also sucks.
On the bright side, they sounded spamtastic and Mizz Haines looked stupid hot as usual. We stood right behind the mixing board, so the audio was pretty tight. The band brought people on stage as usual at the end, which was goofy. Oh, and during the show, M brought some guy on stage who was wearing a homemade shirt with something on the front and “I’m a Metric-sexual” on the back. Freaked M’s ass out.
Update: The front of the guy’s shirt said “I shaved one eyebrow for Metric”. Damn, son! Get a grip!
Just when you thought you could do everything that a two-year-old could do. And he’s not even two yet. His favorite songs to play on drums include “Final Countdown” by Europe and “I am the Walrus” by The Beatles. 
