Garbage at the Warfield was a blast last night. Shirley's voice sounded great, even though she was still recovering from a flu that canceled the band's first concert on the tour in Seattle. She was more fun to watch this time than the last time around since she was able to strut around the stage as if she owned the place, something she wasn't able to do when she was playing second fiddle to No Doubt in SJ. 90 minutes of pure enjoyment.

A few things to note:

Michelle from OG was standing right next to me, which was kinda random.

Garbage's new CD, Bleed Like Me, drops Tuesday. They performed 4 songs off it at the concert: Bleed Like Me, Right Between the Eyes, Sex is Not the Enemy, and the first single, Why Do You Love Me. Sounds good but will it reach the heights of Version 2.0? Probably not.

The opening act, The Dead 60s was more like dead on arrival. A rock band with high hopes, big dreams, lots of energy, but are they talented? Let's just say this English band is not my cup of tea. Pretty much the same beat for every song and that cowbell in the middle was a little excessive. It's not the prescription for what ails them. What's with the name anyway? They aren't 60 and it didn't look like they were channeling anything from the '60s. Just happy the '60s are dead?

I was on the floor so when you're about 4 rows away from Shirley, people behind you are bound to try to get closer. But this girl behind me was trying to push me for a good 15 minutes before giving up and heading left. So there's an immovable object for ya. Downside? Her boyfriend, trying to move with the music, got to move up and kept elbowing me in the ribs every few seconds for about a half hour. So not only do my feet hurt this morning, my ribs are feeling it too.