Okkervil River diary style, inspired by Georgia Nicolson and Jessica Darling.

Having a blackberry comes with its perks. For instance, I was able to record my mental notes during the Okkervil River concert I attended at The Showbox last night. Here they are, mainly uncensored:

10:32 PM: Birkenstocks and sparkles never mix. Otherwise, I feel at home in this white bread, mildly yuppie crowd.

10:40 PM: Does a band like this really need to appear amidst smoke and dimmed lights? And then open with Savannah Smiles? Please.

10:53 PM: Perhaps I should have noticed there are 6 people in this band before I figured out the lead singer was playing a Taylor Big Baby. Ah well. I blame Transy and Mallory for the strong vodka tonic in my non-texting hand hindering my observational skills.

11:02 PM: Moved to the main floor from the 21+ area. Not sure if that odor is pot or the general stench of unwashed Seattleites.

11:06 PM: The light shines on the disco ball during this new song, and despite the more mature crowd the reflections somehow make me recollect middle school birthday parties in roller rinks. I bet every indie dude in here liked the roller rink as a kid.

11:09 PM: Oh who am I kidding, the imperfect o's look like doughnuts to me, which makes me giggle. And crave doughnuts.

11:18 PM: This cover of "Sloop John B" totally makes up for the underwhelming intro.

11:24 PM: The bathroom stall door just opened accidentally on me. No worries, because everyone is enthralled by this solo song by the lead singer. My feet hurt too badly and my bladder is too full to enjoy his emo wails.

11:28 PM: Great, I have the hiccups. All the hot emo boys love southern, hiccuping girls. Wait...where are the emo boys? The man standing in front of me has a popped collar! Noooooo...

11:53 PM: Double-time clapping to "Our Life is not a Movie or Maybe." Cool.

11:58 PM: Ended with "Unless it's Kicks," my personal favorite! Can't wait for the encore...must catch a bus.

12:10 PM: At the 4th and Pike stop, freezing my ass off because I forgot a jacket of any kind. Real smart, Corey. The 43 to my house is a block away, lights blinking frantically, making me assume I better catch a taxi or find another stop. Oh wait...it's coming! Hurrah! Another fine night in Seattle, especially considering I don't have to be at work until 10 tomorrow. w00t.

12:21 PM: I'm officially freaked out. I am sure I had a dream where I read the word "carotid" while going around a dark corner at night on a bus. Well, it just happened in real life. No wonder I'm having a career mindfuck -- clearly, I'm meant to be a psychic.