Damn it -- I should have listened to that coin.
Titus Andronicus doesn't really roll round these parts too often considering the band's all East Coast, so I really should have dragged my arse out to San Francisco on Wednesday when they played the Independent.
There's not too many bands out there these days that ooze the spirit of one Titus Andronicus -- total punk rock energy, loud, jolly crowd singalongs, just crazy fun really. Or at least from what I've heard through the online grapevine.
I didn't make the show for a combination of reasons (worked late, long drive to S.F. and shitty parking situation around the Independent didn't offer hope that I'd catch even half of their set), but the main reason was that my dumbass didn't jump in my car right when I got home from work and head out to the show. Instead I debated back and forth, sorta Clash-like, "Should I stay or should I go?"
I even flipped a quarter -- heads-up meant I should not have missed the show. And heads were up, bitches.
But I disobeyed the coin and procrastinated until it was truly too late. I stayed home and proceeded to listen to The Monitor for the rest of the night, falling even more in love with the album.
On a positive note, missing this show and soaking in Titus Andronicus' music over the next few days made me feel completely inspired by the band, their energy, love of life. An "absence makes the heart grow fonder" sorta thing.
And l learned something, too. Just as Aesop teaches in one of his more modern fables: Screw the drive and crappy parking -- a show will always be worth it.
