
This was my third Everclear show. I saw them back in August '95 at Champoeg State Park with sister. We had a minor but memorable altercation in the parking lot about what each other had decided to wear. Then again in October '96 in Honolulu with my now-husband and Stace, who had come to visit. No wardrobe altercation ensued.
And when we lived in Beaverton, my husband's employer had awesome 27th-row Blazers season tix about 12 seats away from Everclear's lead singer's season tix seats. We were able to use the tix quite often, where I would spend more time mooning over the rock stars than whatever fit Rasheed Wallace was throwing.

After I ingested the moonshine our guide gave us, I could not breath for about 8 minutes. Seriously. Like drinking kerosene, I imagine. The only thing I could find to follow it was a strawberry soda. Everclear sang "Strawberry," but it was not about soda...it was about... heroin.
They have written some of my favorite lyrics. Don't fall down now, you will never get up... Breathin' fire doesn't look good on a resume... I will never be your unemployed boyfriend... Last night they didn't do all my faves, but they did a lot of them. And who among us hasn't gotten a little older, a little slower, and a little more comfortable since 1995. :)
[Sister: Rest assured, I didn't wear cut-offs to this show.]
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