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"Heaven forbid you end up alone, and don't know why..."
~The Fray

Note to all aspiring acoustic-y indie bands: if you don't want a career in music, but you do want a diversion for a couple years (and then millions of dollars to play with for the rest of your life), hire The Fray's manager. They have been touring for two years on one album, have re-released three different versions of the same album, and scored at least three major radio hits. They're about to take a year off to record a new album, but my (amateur) prediction is that they will hit major sophomore slump– after success that quick, who wouldn’t? That said, I have still always had a soft spot for them. Wednesday I went to work feeling vaguely sick. Fifteen minutes before I finished, I got a text from a friend with an extra ticket to see The Fray-- an hour later. I said yes. Mainly because The Fray is one of those bands that I've liked since before anyone had heard of them, but now they are famous and I would never spend $40 to see a band that has gone so mainstream. The spare ticket had been provided by a record label, which meant that it was a really good seat. Rock on. Despite the lead singer's lack of stage presence when he WASN'T behind the piano, they were a fun band to watch, playing a hilarious cover of the Shakira/Wyclef Jean hit "Hips Don’t Lie" and lapsing seamlessly into Oasis' "Wonderwall" during the ending jam on "Vienna."

Anyway, the show was cool. I’m not big on piano-centric concerts, but this one was great. And The Fray, if nothing else, proves that the dorky kid you went to high school with WILL come out on top. You know the kid– he graduated high school having never shaved a day in his life, wore a calculator watch on a daily basis and played piano. Looks may not improve and he may keep on wearing that calculator watch, but your mom was right, ladies. Be nice to him now; someday you'll be begging for tickets to see his show.
Song Of Choice: "Heaven Forbid"

Everyone knows I'm in over my head,
Blair