I LOVE the Heartless Bastards. They're one of my favorite bands, one that totally spoke to my 2009. When they played "Hold Your Head High," I found myself weeping just a tiny bit:
One of the bands that opened for them, The Builders and the Butchers, was also great. They had an unusual, jangly, mountain-y, folky sound, and a diverse group of instruments. Their violinist came on stage with the Heartless B's (as we call them around the kids) for a few songs, and it was the highlight of the night.
That said, I'm not crazy about the Ottobar. I don't know if it was an off night or just my mood, or my cantankerous nature, but here are my tweets from last night, which pretty much sum up my feelings:
At the Ottobar to see Heartless Bastards. Jesus, what a dive.
11:36 PM Jul 13th via txt
I mean "dive" pejoratively, not affectionately. Ottobar sucks. There, I said it, and I'm not taking it back.
11:49 PM Jul 13th via txt
Gah, can you get bedbugs from a bar?
12:30 AM Jul 14th via txt
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