i was lucky enough to see underworld twice in two nights. for those of you who don't know, they are totally my favoritest artist in the whole wide world. and for those of you who went last night, well, you probably know why. after two straight nights of finding a way to twitch and gyrate all 6'4" of me in a small space in time with the music, i'm a bit worn out this morning, but it was so worth it. i emerged into the frosty harbor air with my england jersey completely drenched (though it took seconds to dry; this is the reason that soccer jerseys are one of the world's most versatile articles of clothing) and dehydrated, but feeling great, really. i can say unequivocally that they were better in boston than the previous night in new york. the venue wasn't ideal, but it was louder, it was darker, and most importantly, the crowd was there to see a show and dance as opposed to there to see themselves dress stupid, smoke cigarettes ostentatiously, and talk through it. and while fewer folks seemed to recognize the songs and know all the words, i have to figure a lot of them are converts now.