No, I wasn't making fun of you, Andrew Boch

Saturday night, Noah and I went to go see Ernie and the Automatics, this ca-razy blues cover band who I can picture playing at someone's wedding (not mine), and whose line-up consists of two members emeritus of the band Boston (Barry Goudreau and Sib Hashian), an event photographer who actually hands out her business card at the gig, and Ernie Boch, Jr., the Northeastern automobile industry giant. (Come on Down!)

I actually never heard anything by the Automatics, and the only song I know from Boston ("know" being used in the loosest of senses) is Forplay/Longest Time because it's the Imposible Song on Rock Band, which is a game we like to play in the living room at Park Street. Really, I just like the idea of Ernie Boch, Jr. He's a guy who has the balls to create his own aura of superstardom and foist it upon us. I can respect that. (Also, one of my friends is his nephew, a fact I did not know until after my little Ernie-crush was kindled.)

The concert was at the Middle East, with the Automatics playing the downstairs venue, and White Williams playing upstairs. When I went to go get our tickets, the girl behind the counter could not find my name on the will-call list. Turns out, she assumed I was on the will-call list for White's show (since according to some sources, I am a "hipster"). I corrected her, and she actually apologized, saying "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stereotype". In all fairness, I did want to see White Williams, so I responded "It's okay, we're trying to be ironic." I was kind of pressing to go upstairs after the Automatics played to see White Williams, too. But that didn't pan out.

Anyways, we got to meet Ernie later that night; he was a really chill guy. We thought that talking about knowing his nephews could be a great ice-breaker, but turns out, Ernie was so nice and kind of jazzed to talk to fans that we didn't need the way-in. Also, we had the impression that he only vaguely recalled who Andrew is. Somehow, the night ended with me, Noah, my roommate Emily, and some guy she met on the Something Awful forums piling into Ernie's limo to listen to a hot new unreleased single by the Automatics. This was monumental because (1) it was the first Automatics song that isn't a cover, and (2) we noticed that where most rock stars' limos would be filled to the hilt with liquor of all kinds, Ernie's limo held ONLY CANDY, leading us to realize that Andrew's extraordinary dependency on sugar is indeed hereditary. And a good time was had by all.