The Cake show at the Blue Loon last night was the best one I've ever been to, ever. I'm in awe.
Years ago, back when the reign of the cassette tape had not yet ended, I used to tell people that I bet that Cake would be amazing to see live. And I was right!
No pics as of yet, won't have any until The Brit gets gets back from caribou hunting, but just imagine hundreds of ecstatic, drunken, dancing Fairbanks people singing along to the show outdoors on a beautiful, late summer night. The Loon had a separate partition for the under 21 crowd, so there were a bunch of thrilled little young things who drove up from Anchorage, where the venues are not so enlightened. There was more body surfing on that side of the fence, and it wasn't that we were more lame on the adult side, but that body surfers tend to make you spill your beer.
Lots of my fellow Goldstream Valley CabinDwelling types were in attendance. I saw quite a number of friends, but it was so crowded that once you lost track of someone, it was pret near impossible to find them.
At one point, lead singer John McRae observed:
"Wow. You're like a medieval village."
The crowd wasn't exactly sure what he meant by that, but chose to take it as a compliment and howled in approval.
You know how cool Cake is? They even covered a Buck Owens' tune.