That said, I had a freakin awesome night last night. I got to the Beauty Bar relatively early, got a drink, and parked my ass in the patio until the band started. Erika came and sat with me and we talked about all kinds of good stuff. Like how you, YES YOU, can get FREE tickets to the Rapture at the Beauty Bar for their show next Thursday. Also, lots of good bands/djs coming this summer, like Chromeo performing with Flosstradamus. She hooked me up with a drink, a shot, and a Rapture ticket, so that alone made last night amazing. And that was all before the bands even started.
Emery Byrd was good but since I "don't know shit about music and have no business writing about it", I'll just be my typical annoying self and just post pictures. Emery Byrd is playing with This Holiday Life and Dynamite Walls at the Belly Up on May 12. I highly recommend attending that show if you're not a stuck up music snob and you can appreciate poppy bands with radio friendly hooks driven by good solid guitars with a slight alt-country feel. I'm still totally with them when they sing "I don't care about the Sex Pistols, they never did a thing for me."
By the time Dios Malos played, I was in a pretty happy place and so glad I made it out for the night. Eric and Dee were there and we were up front chatting away, and the bar was swelling with people. Granted, plenty were there just for the hope of snagging The Rapture tickets, but when the band took the stage, the patio was packed with people, including several people with cameras, video cams, etc.. I was only vaguely familiar with the band but from the first note was instantly a fan. Kinda jangly pop, the singer sticks to his acoustic guitar throughout the set, JP alternates between bass and electric guitar depending on the song, and the keys come in at the right time every time. Patrick, the drummer, was a show all by himself, so I got some YouTube of him for ya, too. Sometimes totally rockin out, sometimes singing along, sometimes pounding a beer then drooling on himself, I was sure he was trashed. After the show, we spoke briefly and he was totally coherent. "Whatever it takes, one fan at a time," he said.
And for the pricks that wonder who cares about setlists (and then bitch about it on other sites because they're too pussy to say anything to my face), about half the people that get to this site through Google are looking for setlists.