Dr. Dog @ Prospect Park

On Saturday night Dr. Dog (Philly, represent!) played a free show at Prospect Park. Hipster heaven. Boys in skinny jeans heaven. JJ twittering every sight he saw heaven. I can't run out of good things to say about seeing a show at Prospect Park! People smiled. People recycled their aluminum beer bottles. The sound was awesome, and there was even a rainbow... as Lox said, a Pride Parade-timely sign from God that gay marriage is AWESOME and should be legal!

He CAN'T stop: TWITTER CRAZE.

So These United States opened. We missed their set except for like 2 songs, and they seemed pretty folksy to me. Then Phosphorescent played. Great stuff but not my cup of tea. However for the venue and general crowd mood, I enjoyed it.

(BTW WE RAN INTO CAROLINE SHADOOD WHO HAS A COOL BLOG: check it out! She's an Advocate alum and super cool.)

THEN the crew began bringing Dr. Dog's trees up on stage, and JJ and I were lucky to get seats. Dr. Dog played for about an hour, and they mixed up the newer songs from Fate with some of my old faves like "The Pretender" (love it when Toby sings) and "Oh No." Toward the end of their set, they brought a 13-yr.-old dog (I think named Max?) up on stage because as Scott McMicken pointed out, it was "a family affair."

Another amazing night with ultra-talented and hard-working Dr. Dog. I think this was the 7th time I've seen them, and it breaks my heart how much I love and adore them since Andrew, Kyle, and I saw them open for The Racs way back when in 2006. Dr. Dog consistently KICK ASS and TAKE NAMES. They had me at "Die Die Die," aka the song of my life.

It turns out cigarettes can’t kill you

cause when you didn't come back

every time that I thought of you

I smoked a whole pack

I was up to about seventeen packs a day

I was refueling too

about every hour or so

I drank a bottle of white mule

I wasn't thinking about turquoise

I wasn't thinking about gold

I wasn't thinking about thinking

or about getting old
got to be so I didn't care
if I was leaving or loving

oh, what I was
and what I was becoming

I don't want to in your arms

I just want to die

don't want to die in your arms

I just want to die

and like a marionette doll

oh, manned by a fool

I went into the chicken shed

started looking for tools

well I worked for a month

built some sky and some clouds

and I built some myself some angels

with trumpets so loud

well they blared hallelujah
and I knew I was done

I walked through a golden gate with pearl inlays

saw a never setting sun

well I knew I was dead

I couldn't do no more harm

well I built myself a heaven
where you died in my arms

well you died in my arms when I died

well you died in my arms when I died

well you died in my arms when I died

you died in my arms when I died