Last night I went to check out the band Vice Versa, a rock band comprised of the homies Gran Rapids, along with a bunch of other cats, all of whom are good people.  I would post a link to Vice Versa's myspace, but it seems they don't have a page.  Don't give in guys, just do your thing with no MySpace.  Maybe you can start an internet revolution and prove to the world that a music group doesn't need MySpace to be successful.  Then everyone will claim Rupert Murdoch failed...but the man will still be filthy rich. 

I was real excited to see Vice Versa perform.  I know they grind hard, always practicing right there in Leach and Jay's living room.  You can only imagine my dismay when I walked in during there last song.  Actually I didn't even get to see their last song.  The woman working the door wanted to see my ID.  This is perfectly fine, but the problem is I somehow always lose track of my ID.

The 60 seconds it took me to find my identification felt like a quarter of an hour.  As I frantically searched for that stupid piece of plastic, I could hear Vice Versa finishing their set.  The crowd was roaring, the guitars were singing and I was stuck searching through my 20 different cards that I don't need. 

When I finally walked in I saw all the band members glowing cuz they just finished a raw set.  Then DJ Swervewon promptly turned on music and I knew that despite traveling all the way to Ballard, I wouldn't get to watch them perform. 

It's fine though, I'm not mad.  I caught up with old friends, drank tall cans of Ranier and soaked up the warm night.