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Monthly Archives: June 2008
I’ve been getting a lot of traffic from other R.E.M. fans — hi, everybody! : cheery wave :
Since everyone’s here, I’m going to use my powers for good! Unfortunately, I can’t make Thursday night’s MSG show. :( I’ll be photographing Take Steps for Crohn’s & Colitis, a walk to raise funds for research for these gastrointestinal diseases. I’ll be thinking of you while I’m running up and down the Brooklyn Bridge. If you can, feel free to donate, or learn more about the diseases.
A big “thank you!” to Bertis — this made my day! I hope everyone’s dried out; my shoes are still damp, and may never be the same…
I hope everyone has a good show Thursday night! :)
Lightning, evacuations, phone calls to the police and more…all at the R.E.M. show at Jones Beach Theatre! :D
We’d started our day by going out to see R’s family for Father’s Day. They live allll the way out in Greenport, Long Island — almost at the North tip of the Island — so we had quite a bit of driving to do to get to the R.E.M. show. I was looking forward to catching some of the National — I also wanted to see Modest Mouse, since I’d heard so much about them — so we hauled out.
We ultimately caught some of the National…from what I heard, they’re definitely influenced by Joy Division. :D Modest Mouse caught my ear a little more, although their sound setup seemed a little distorted. Not sure if it was from being the opening band, or if they rushed things, since by then everyone could see the rain coming in. I will definitely be purchasing some Modest Mouse. :)
There was flickering sky lightning all throughout Modest Mouse’s set, and the sky kept getting grayer…and grayer…to the point where I left before the set was over to get Rob and I some rain ponchos. Came back just as the sky was opening up and caught another song or two…until — CRACK!!! — massive lightning bolt hit somewhere nearby. The band played for another two seconds, until their singer said, “We’re sorry, we’re off,” and an announcement came over the P.A. that we needed to leave the amphitheater and take shelter.
Look, everyone…Poncho Nation!
What we didn’t know was that lightning had HIT the theater, and that’s why they moved us on out. They wound up calling a rain delay — we basically hung out for about an hour, and then they let us back into the theater. There was still some lightning — we could see bolts — but no thunder, just lots of rain. And some more rain. Did I mention rain?
The band came out around 10:30 or so, after many mops of the stage, and played an AMAZING show. Just amazing. They started with Creedence’s “Have you ever seen the rain?” (just LOOK at the rain, folks), followed by “South Central Rain” — an ongoing joke throughout the night was that they weren’t going to play “I’ll take the rain” because, according to Michael Stipe, “It’s plodding. And it’s seven minutes long. Trust me, you DON’T want to hear that song right now!”
I really can’t get over what a great set it was. Michael Stipe usually does most of the talking, but last night he was positively CHATTY. :D And he didn’t wear his suit! “I’m not wearing my suit tonight, for the first time on the tour…if you saw me walking down Sixth Avenue, this is what it would look like.” He also apologized in advance if “any of us fall on our asses, you all get to say, ‘I told you so!’ Wanna practice? One…two…three…” Obama t-shirts were thrown, for the folks that didn’t look like “garbage bags” — which is basically what the $5 Jones Beach poncho is… :D
The band played a good mix of songs from their new album, “Accelerate,” and older songs — much older songs. Songs from 1982, 1986…I was blown away. And I was happy that R got to see that show — his first R.E.M. show was in 2004, when they played Madison Square Garden the day after the presidential election. The band had worked very hard on the “Vote for change” tour, and they seemed really crushed by the election results. It was not a high-energy show, the band didn’t seem happy, and “Around the Sun” was such a mellow album to begin with…it wasn’t what I would have chosen for R’s first show. Last night’s show MORE than made up for that.
What was the best is that both Michael Stipe and Mike Mills weren’t afraid of getting wet. They did NOT stay under the stage overhang — both of them were out and about, getting soaked like the rest of us. I’m not as sure about Peter Buck, but he’s always pretty quiet. R observed, “It’s weird, Mike Mills acts more like the lead guitarist, bopping all over the place. Peter Buck acts like the bassist, he’s pretty mellow and just hangs out.” And ya know, it’s TRUE. I actually think Peter Buck has gotten more quiet, onstage at least, as the years have gone on…
The band dispensed with the encore formalities and just played straight through. “Okay, now pretend that the lights have gone out, and everyone’s clapping and it was really dramatic and that we’ve just come back onstage and now we’re gonna play our encore!” They did play one extra song, which turned out to be “End of the World as We Know It” — I’d love to know who asked, “Uh, how does this start?” They swore it was unrehearsed, and yeah, the ending was a bit of a trainwreck. Special, since apparently that song’s been dropped from their set list, at least for now.
One great moment for me was, “And here’s Johnny Marr on Richenbacher!” as the band swung into “Don’t fall on me.” SQUEEEEEEE… And they played an acoustic version of “Let me in” that was just chilling.
And then…the drive home back to Manhattan. It took us about two hours to make it home — it should have taken us about an hour. Traffic was horrible, parts of the L.I.E. and Grand Central Parkway had flooded out — at one point, the Grand Central was down to one lane as you drove under an overpass — the rest of it looked to be about knee-deep. The worst, though, was right outside of LaGuardia Airport. Traffic had eased, it was still raining, and all of a sudden — in the center lane of the Grand Central Parkway — a black car, parked, NO LIGHTS. We didn’t see it until it was almost too late. R braked (wet pavement, remember) and swerved — happily, there was no one in the other lane. We were fine, the car was fine, but we were both really shaken and I called the cops — if we almost hit it, there’s no way someone else wouldn’t have, too. But seriously — we came within a hair of an accident. Not good, not good at all.
10,000 style points to Rob, for sticking through that show. :) We were still pretty damned wet when we got home, and my shoes may never recover! And, yes, I’m still “squeeing” about it today!
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There’s the good, there’s the bad, there’s the moronic. I started off my week by being the latter — don’t let his happen to you!
A group of our friends took Rob and I out for dinner last Sunday night, to a truly amazing Italian place called Aroma. They booked a small private room for us — here’s a picture — you had to go outside the restaurant and down these teeny-tiny stairs to get in. It was pouring rain outside, and we all felt very cozy and cheery as we drank wine and talked. :)
The “moron” part came toward the end of the meal, when we were getting coffee. Somewhere in my wine-riddled brain, I thought that getting a double espresso — at 10:00pm on a Sunday night — would be a good idea. Erm, yeeeeaaaaaah. So I wound up starting my work week with zero sleep, since I then stayed up until 3:30 am, after practically doing laps around the apartment.
Monday night: was exhausted, but couldn’t sleep, so 1:00 am bedtime. Tuesday night: raided. 2:00 am, as I wanted to finish some Kara quests before the instance reset. Wednesday: was physically in bed by 11:30, but didn’t actually fall asleep until 12:30-1:00. Last night: went out to see a friend of a friend’s band, Brother Josephus, at the Bitter End. Was still bouncy when I got in…so 1:30. XD
We don’t get to sleep in tomorrow, either, as we’re driving out to Long Island to see Rob’s dad and granddad for Father’s Day…and then we’re going to the R.E.M. show. So no sleep ’till Sunday for me. : waaas :
- Yesterday, Central Park had a high of 96 — one degree short of a record set in 1933. 96-frickin’-degrees, we’re MELTING, I say!
- Because I simply, simply cannot resist… “Ataaaacccckkkkkkk of the KILLER TOMAAAATTTOOOEEESSSS….” OK, I feel much better now. : goes off, hums “Puberty Love.” And here’s some rock trivia for you: “Puberty Love” was sung by no other than Matt Cameron, drummer for Soundgarden and Pearl Jam. Freaky!
- New York Times article today: “Smartphones now ringing for women.” Uh, WTF? Aren’t we past this nonsense already? Hey, guess what — women buy cars and computers, too! And we can even VOTE! Shucky DANG! : headdesks : How is this news?
It’s really hot out today — we’re expecting a heat index of 104 — so I’m wearing possibly the most ladylike dress I own. It’s blue and white silk, sleeveless, v-neck, full skirt, with blue shoes to match. One step from 50′s Dior New Look, but without all the boning. :D It’s just too hot to wear anything else!
Unfortunately, the ladylike exterior doesn’t match the interior, as I got in a shouting match on the subway this morning. We were pulling into Times Square, and the person who was sitting next to me (as I was standing) stood up and said, “excuse me” — but there was nowhere for me to go. I said, “I’m getting off too, just one second” — nicely! — but instead of waiting, he took me by the arm and shoved me out of the way while yelling, “I said I’m getting off bitch, now move!”
I can handle being called a bitch. I will not tolerate being called a bitch while being touched or shoved in any way, shape, or form. So I called him on it; started with, “You do NOT touch me, asshole,” and when he turned to yell at me some more, I yelled back. He tried to get in my face and intimidate, I got in his instead. Arms were thrown up between us — I’m not sure who they were trying to protect. The best part was the look of surprise on his face — a part of me, I must confess, relished that; that this guy simply could not believe I was talking back and unafraid of him. It only lasted for a minute; as soon as the doors opened, he was out of there. Folks around us made some comments; I’ve no idea what they were, I was too pissed off.
I’m sure my husband’s having a cow right now, as the safer, less foolhardy, more intelligent thing to do would have been to let him shove me aside and not fight back. He could have pulled a knife or gun on me, after all, and would getting stabbed or shot have been worth getting in that argument? No. Most emphatically not. But on the other hand, is it okay to let jerks be jerks? Not really, not in my book. Who’s he going to push around next, someone older or someone with a cane or crutches? I’d rather go crazy lady on him; maybe it’ll make him think.
Ultimately, I don’t know what the right thing to do is…if I were pregnant or a parent, I would probably have not reacted the way I did. For right now, though, I’m just me…I might think about it next time, but I can’t make promises.
Music, music, music. :D I’m chair-dancing in the apartment today — had a conversation with a friend last night about Ween, so of course I had to listen to that first thing this morning, at a rather loud volume. Right now I’m listening to The Specials. :)
Later on, it’ll be R.E.M. and The Cure — we’re seeing both of their shows in the next few weeks. I am SO FRICKIN’ STOKED. The Cure show is the one that was postponed from last fall — I’ve had the tickets for almost a year now (thank heavens they were e-mailed). The R.E.M. show, I’ve just been looking forward to — it’s at Jones Beach (yay), they haven’t been around since the last presidential election (played the day after, no joke) and that show was for “Around the Sun” — not one of their best albums. Not a great show that time — I’m hoping for a better show this time. :)
We’re seeing Rush soon, too. :) Not sure if I’ve written about this before (my “search” function is broken, about to fix that!), but after we were married — right after the ceremony was done — Rob and I walked back down the aisle to a string quartet rendition of “Spirit of Radio.” :D Rob had suggested it as a joke, but I was all, “NO, LET’S DO IT!” And then we really owned it by listing it in the program. :D
I wrote up my concert list last year, realized Porcupine Tree isn’t on it. :D And since that list, I think we saw Rush again TWICE. And Dream Theater. Great Big Sea (again). Asia! They Might Be Giants (lost count on how many times I’ve seen them.) OH, and Def Leppard with Journey!