Jesus, what a bad blogger I’ve become over the last couple days. Well dude I offer this excuse: I was crashing on a Windy piece that I just filed and I took a trip to the Internet-light serenity of State College, Pennsylvania with my girlfriend over the weekend. But worry not, because all my inner tranquility is about to come to an end, as fucking Rancid are playing in a couple hours at the 930 Club and I tell you, homie, I have a ticket. With any luck, my special-ordered Doc Martens will be waiting for me when I get home, in time for a good old fashioned boot party at the show and further assisting me in the desolation of the Afghanistan-Pakistan border next month. (Yeah so I’m going there pretty soon.) Can you believe I never actually saw Rancid back in the day? Yeah believe it.

God I hope they play shit from the first record. "Another Night," "Rats In The Hallway," and "Hyena" are part of my regular prepare-to-face-the-world-in-all-its-misery morning ritual. A full report will follow, as will a proper taxonomy of my black-and-blues. Let’s go!