Dengue Fever at the Fillmore


On Wednesday morning I woke up to an email from my friend Alyssa offering free tickets (via Habitat for Humanity) to Dengue Fever. It was really the best surprise you could ask for on a Wednesday.

The weather last night was horrible, really soggy and cold. Inside, however, everything was st-eeeeeeamy. I felt like I was back on the party boat in Saigon drinking cheap beers with my relatives and pondering the meaning of life. That’s really what I love about Dengue Fever. Even though the lyrics are in Cambodian, it reminds me of hanging out with my family in Asia, during the great “My Father is Dead Let’s Go Back to the Homeland” Tour of 2006. Music is funny like that.