Genes

Last night I banged my head for three hours at the Bravery concert. But before they graced the stage, I fell in love with a three-man band from London called Fiction Plane.

The guitar player is fucking wicked. He whipped that Fender into a frenzy! There was something about them that felt very familiar. Very rocking. Thin Lizzy? Yes? Maybe a little Police?

It could be the lead singer is Sting's baby boy. That's right -- Sumner has a son and his little band kicks ass, and while he autographed my CD while I blathered on about how much I love Sting's work.

Yes, yes I did. And yes, yes I am a little embarassed, but I'd do it again.

P.S. Aunt Janice, you should really pick up this CD. Seriously.