Ernie Campbell and Hot Soup: a blues man with a bit of funke band back up. He walked on stage with a cane, set that down, picked up a guitar and just wailed. The base player and keyboardest were dressed in matching outfits (one red/one purple) and played and acted like they came out of Prince's Revolution.
Black Francis: had a great show in a small venue. He played the old Pixies stuff, but also some kick-ass new stuff I had never heard. His openning act included a vortex cannon and a glowing pickle.
Ministry: Played all the good stuff. I even went in to mosh with the 20 year olds for a few songs. They trashed my shoes, but it was well worth it.
The Dead: This is only my second show with them, but by far the best. I had a near religious experience with Joan Osborne singing Jerry's lyrics. The only thing that would have made it better would have been bringing a frisbee to the parking lot.
Chicago Symphony Orchestra at Ravinia: (outdoor picknick wine/cheese) beautiful music under the stars.
Liz Phair: I love this girl. She played a lot of the old stuff that got me into her. Her new stuff was good fun and a little harder than she has done in the past. She could have played for another hour, and I would have been happy. Finished the night with strawberry pancakes.
What's next? I have to hunt up some local bands. The summer is fading...