Due to schedule complications with our favorite babysitters and thus an inability to free Erica from the kids for the evening, my long awaited Father's Day gift was shared with Billy Brew.
What, you ask, did I get for Father's Day?
Tickets to see Built to Spill.
You're welcome.
A couple of admissions here.
First, I didn't shoot the video. I was busy drinking with Bill and watching the show.
Second, Doug Martsch is my hero. He's the bearded dude making his guitar gently weep for you.
Third, he bears a striking resemblance to UB.
That's my uncle in case you don't follow the blog. He's another of my heroes.
UB drinks beer, too.
Speaking of beer, after Billy and I destroyed an untold number of cold and frosties, I summoned the courage to personally thank Mr. Martsch for the effort after the show.
You can do that at Musica in Akron.
Because he is the most awesome guitar hero on the planet and the most normal looking guitar shredder in history, it shouldn't surprise anyone to know that he calmly shook my hand and thanked me for coming to the show.
Cue the Chris Farley.
"That was awesome!"
Happy Father's Day to me. Thanks, Erica.
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