Birds of a feather

Last night, a conglomeration of friends, relatives, and hangers-on met up at the Black Cat to see the Raveonettes show. I couldn't help but notice that out of our group of eight, fully half of us were decked out in black t-shirts and jeans. Alas, I can include myself in that illustrious bunch. I guess us free-thinkers aren't quite as independent and open as one might hope.

BTW: While the Raveonettes were great, their opening band, Radio 4, rocked the house. Definitely am going to have to buy their CD. Plus it was such fun to watch their band members convulsing along to the music with completely straight faces.