Well…not exactly. If you know me I don’t exactly “rock out.” And isn’t “rock out” a term used if you’re going to see a Motley Crue or Thin Lizzy concert in a bitchin’ Camaro circa 1988? Who the hell is Thin Lizzy anyway?

I’m a stiff who doesn’t dance but am a gifted foot tapper. I can tap my foot really, really well and look totally cool doing it. Yes, I know, I’m blessed.

This particular concert had more of an incredibly LOUD trippy, mellow vibe. Can you have all of those things at once? Did I mention LOUD?

LOUD. LOUD. LOUD.

Panda Bear.

He doesn’t dress like a panda or have panda like hands. He sings. But not like a panda. Maybe he likes to chew bamboo – I don’t know, but he likes to fiddle with knobs and buttons on a computer/keyboard thing, and I sat and happily tapped my foot. IT WAS LOUD, DID I MENTION THAT?

There was porn too. Awesome 70’s era porn on the giant screen behind Sir Panda while he did his thang. I watched and got a contact high from the joint the two overweight panda lovers were enjoying in the row in front of us.

I had fun.

What was your best porn/music experience? (Go ahead and make something up if you’re too prudish or can’t remember because you were high on mushrooms and drank a gallon of Jack Daniels)