Saturday, July 03, 2004
Friday, July 02, 2004
patch of grass
This afternoon I was talking to Chris L. on the phone and he told me the funniest story ever. I was laughing so hard that I was crying. Seriously.
...i see you spinning out of control...
Lloyd Dobler Effect & Virginia Coalition @ Power Plant Live
A fantastic evening of go-go funky beats in the rain. Tanya, Dave, and I headed down to Baltimore to catch the musical goodness and take full adventage of the happy hour specials. $10 all you can drink from 6 pm - 10 pm. Woohoo!! Tanya and I also learned what rail drinks are. Nonstop gin & tonics and rum & cokes! We went back to get Tanya's sweatshirt from the car and grabbed the umbrella because if we have the umbrella in tote, then the rain would stop - and it did, just for us.
Lloyd Dobler Effect took the stage and played about an hour of all originals. It sounded and looked great. We could hear an acoustic - imagine that! I spilled ice on myself and lost my bright green straw. Tanya had two straws - which matched her gin soaked lime. We danced and sung and it was fun. We sucked down our drinks and went for more many times throughout the set. Since we both had drinks in our hands the whole night, we slapped each others hands instead of clapping at the end of each song. Chris tried to mack it up for my camera, but since its digital its not instantaneous so the pictures didn't come out as I planned, but still great. Brian bounced though it wasn't digitally captured.
During the set break Tanya and I went to the bathroom to discover a stall without a lock, a stall without a toilet, and a stall without a door. Pick your poison. We came back to stand on the opposite side of the stage for some Vaco action and hung out with Steve, Erica, and the LDE guys. I absolutely love Virginia Coalition and it was great to see them live again. It's been a long time. They were my first Center Stage band YEARS ago. The show was great, even though Steve added so much to them. They played a few new songs that will be on the upcoming album and of course the oldies but goodies. We got our dance on and I kept beer caps on my hat. Tanya and I had a scandalishly good time dancing in front of others.
Time to go so we find the guys. Phil stole my camera for group shots to go on the webpage. Chris made me smell him. Rusty grabbed Tanya and my asses. Phil took us backstage and gave us goodies. Wow, Tanya has now been guestlisted and got a free signed CD ;-). Phil and I chatted about NYC and a plan of attack and he signed my arm iwith my purple sharpie. We then escaped with Rusty as he signed my back and told all the passerby to look at my black girl booty. He said his name is not Rusty, but "I am fucking drunk". The boy fell off the wagon. He hadn't been drinking in A WHILE. About a year maybe? I think Phil's party did him in last weekend. Sigh. He could't even stand or finish his sentences. Apparently I have a "da dunk a dunk" whereas Tanya has a "da dunk". Brian laughed at us as he hauled off gear and Rusty has a big mouth. I still love him so that is OK. Tanya got her new free CD signed by the rest of the guys, except for Donnie and Doug because they left. Rusty and Tanya plotted on embarrassing me, and its ok because I have lost my diginity with this band long ago. Too many drunken days and nights and miles with them for me to save face. But yeah, I turned eight shades of red and we scampered off to the car.
I didn't know if we could make it to a gas station, but we found my trusty Royal Farms off of exit 57. 15 miles later we enjoyed Sheetz. So not even close to beating Wawa's wonderfulness.
A few choice pictures below - more here.
all you wanted
Michelle Branch married her bandmate who is 19 years older than year. Yay for her.
Mark called me this morning. He violated the noon rule.
Bananas and oatmeal at 1 pm is always an excellent choice.
Thursday, July 01, 2004
Last Friday night
The night was brought to us by Sparks.
After work, I piked up Tanya and we Sparked it up while playing on the computer. Which is never a good idea. At least I didn't call anyone. I wait, yeah I did. Phil was the first phone call. Oh my - onward to Aurora's.
We walked over to Prospect, which meant passing by the Ground Floor as the underagers whooted and hollered at us. Kinda flattering but also gross. Aurora had just moved into her new place and it was her roommates birthday - twice the reason to party!
Nate came by, and Jackman was in town for the weekend. I got to meet Cooksy and I drank with some previous residents. We talked and took pictures. Tanya stole my keys and I freaked out, oddly enough, though I was panicking, I was fine with it - I had my super orange bev. Around 2 we left and hit up the diner. I think I ran into a bush.
Greasy food is fabulous, though our waitress sucked. For some reason they couldn't replace the chicken fingers with french fries. IT'S A DINER!! Who doesn't do that!??! She was NOT even CLOSE to our usual hip diner waitress.
Nate and I go back to my apartment and I splashed around in the pool while he called me a doofus. Hit the sack around 4 am and oddly enough woke up at 8 on my own. Silly Sparks.
hello harvest moon
Today was fabulous because not only did my underwear totally clash with my outfit, but miss jamie bought me a capaccino blast and we had homegrown for dinner. Yay for falafel.
I think sidewalk chalk is sexy.
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
boredom to the nth degree
I woke up super early so I am just putzing around online reading other peoples journals. I found this one, and as Jen would say, this cracks my shit up.
You are SALUTE YOUR SHORTS. You are a wangsta who
knows business. You have fun in the sun and
know how to have a good laugh.
Which old school Nickelodeon show are you?
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Tuesday, June 29, 2004
my tuesday evening
So tonight was the season finale of the Real World. I am such an addict to MTV documentaries. I don't really watch television - no time for it, but my ears will always perk up when an MTV doc comes on. And seeing how they come on all the time, I don't need to schedule them in. :-) I even shed a tear, OK, looking back, I didn't cry, but I did get a little misty eyed as they all said their goodbyes. Wow - I am such a dork. Maybe because it reminds me that so many people come and go.
And now I am eating pickles out of a jar with a fork. The dill kind, the bread and butter ones are so heinous that they shouldn't even exist. Why do they call them "bread and butter"?!!? Those pickles do not taste like one or the other or both. They taste like ass.
Monday, June 28, 2004
back to the quizzies
Marlon Spike takes on the Funk Box
The evening in pictures
On Wednesday, June 23, 2004, Marlon Spike made their Baltimore debut in Baltimore's finest venue - The Funk Box. After a week of postering, distributing CDs, and talking it up, we presold quite a number of tickets, though a bit less than our goal. Which we definitely could have done if it wasn't mid week in the summer. Next time.
Dan drove Tanya, Sarah, ad myself down to Baltimore, arriving much earlier then needed, which was good for my anxiety when it comes to times. We loaded in Dan's stuff and merch then headed out for dinner while we waiting for the rest of the posse. Dinner was good and I think Chris had ice cream.
The guys soundchecked as I ran around like mad upstairs getting everything that the Funk Box needed organized. I've missed this and it was pretty damn awesome. They filled the fridge in the green room with goodies and a good preshow time was had by all. Met some cool new people and, um, yeah, Tanya and I tested our tolerance. The girls made fine use of the rooftop view. Jen was able to come down for an hour or so and hang out. Which was just dandy. And I even got photo doc of her snazzy CNN laminate. Aw, laminate.
Marlon Spike had a phenomenal show. It sounded great and looked even better. The crowd was scattered throughout the venue and of course we stood about 10 feet from the stage, no closer. I think I am now banned from Chris' camera because it scares me. I nearly lost it when Sark told Chris to "hold tight big boy" because he wasn't ready. Shortly afterwards, Dan needed more juice for his bass and darted off the stage and upstairs. Ahh fun. They also edited their in between song banter due to the presence of the parents. A couple that Aurora introduced me to later danced up a storm near the front of the stage. They told me that they try to dance at every performance they see, then the man proceeded to tell me about the resurgence of the lambada in certain NYC clubs. He then showed me. Also met Herb from the Grog & Tankard. What a great night to meet all sorts of new people. I also met a nice guy from an area band, but I totally forgot his name and band. I just know that they are playing the Grape sometime before the end of summer. So I guess I'll find out soon enough.
After Marlon Spike played, I ran upstairs so I could grab my bag and notebook of life, as well as use the restroom. The door was open, and I was looking down, so I walk in. I look up and see two guys from the other band utilized the same facility. That is all I am going to say. First off, it was a one room large bathroom, second - WHO DOES THAT!?! My mouth dropped and I scmapered to our dressing room to grab my stuff. I didn't get a chance to escape before one of them asked me if I smoke.
I drove home with Aurora and showed her the essence that is Sheetz. We agree that it is not as great as Wawa. We win against the LDE guys. Ours is better. Sheetz is way too colorful and like an amusement ride. Where Wawa is all about quality. :-) It is still way better than BP.
Sting in Camden - not Philly
Last night I went to see the Annie Lennox/Sting show at Camden's Tweeter Center. I never have that much to write after I see a big show, it just doesn't encompass what the smaller dirty shows do. Sting is definitely artist you have to see at least once, and seeing how I am a huge fan of the Police, it was fitting that I went. I am not as familiar with his solo stuff as I am with the band stuff, it was all enjoyable. Synchrocity has to be one of the best albums ever.
I'm such a dork when I go to big shows like this, I'm partly in the music and partly in the visual effects and videography. Sometimes I want to go over the the director and shake him when I see their work displayed on the screens. But Sting had an amazing visual show, one of the best I have seen in a while. And he played "Fields of Gold" which is my favorite Sting / non Police song.
I was lying in the grass, shoes kicked off, staring up at the starless sky, listening and it reminded me of my birthday. I spent it with Karen, Mark Williams, Michael Alban, & JonaSteve in Baltimore. Michael sounds so much like Sting its scary. And Mark and I were at the trunk of his car for ever while he found my Sacred Love and Elvis Costello CD. At the trunk he went into this rant on how much he disliked the CD. I was spun around on the docks...and last night reminded me of that evening.