Dre and I just went to see The Cribs. I'll admit it, I didn't want to go. But, after blowing a couple of hundred bucks on shows I never saw last year, I vowed not to repeat the waste. My $20 paid off on the third song: a cover of Bastards of Young. That, and watching 18-yr-old methed out crackheads blow air kisses to the drummer while they're getting kicked out for stage-diving. My faith in live shows has been rekindled.