Be it strained vocal chords or a mosh-induced head wound, the best concerts are the ones that leave you injured. The injury I sustained at the Michael Franti concert might be one of my best—I pulled a muscle behind my elbow from too much fist pumping. Hotness. There’s something incredibly satisfying about rocking so hard that you hurt yourself.

I realized this morning that I very rarely write about the concerts I’ve seen and I think I know why—I’m usually too sleep deprived the day after, and then I put it off so long that it’s no longer relevant. Anyway, Wednesday I saw Michael Franti with Spearhead and about a week ago I saw Henry Rollins. Hank rocked it pretty hard too, but it was a spoken word thing, so not a lot of dancing. Saturday I’m going to see Mates of State at Headliners, and then Mom and I are going to see Bon Iver in December. Plenty of subdued shows to give my elbow time to heal. =)