Utterly forgettable was the last show of the set, Soho Cinders, which burnt me with dull craftsmanship even though there was little to complain about in terms of the quality of the performances. Ah well, it was to see my friend that night if nothing else, but I wasn't happy I spent $35 for the ticket.
I'm nearly over my cold - actually managed to sleep through the night - well, woke up coughing but fell back asleep. Much better than the night I woke up at 4 AM or the night I was just laying there coughing for long bouts.
I also went and saw Elizabeth Fraser on Monday. She was lovely but I didn't enjoy being sick and I really didn't enjoy being there by myself. I left after the first encore, and, as I found out later, missed "Song of the Siren." Partially I left because I was tired and partially because I just didn't feel like winding up on the same train as Jason and his girlfriend as I was already demoralized and down. Bah. I really just shouldn't ever go to concerts by myself.