Mercifully, Del did not keep the antsy crowd waiting long, as he promptly burst onstage, instantly winning over the heavily-eclectic mix of college potheads and older weirdoes with his signature blend of crisp verbose articulation and lanky stage dominance. Satisfied from seeing my man Devin and a little annoyed at the crowd for not showing more love, I left halfway through Del as a sort of protest. Plus it was one a.m., and I usually don't stay out past ten.
October 30, 2007
By Jordan Selbo
Better Than: Another night on the couch watching Frasier reruns