sirena: (blue beetle; wtf?)
Sufjan was AWESOME. More about that later!

Also, this happened. )

In Rain

May. 13th, 2008 06:45 pm
sirena: (blood blood blood)
Just as they play your favourite song

Yeah, so I was one of the people at the Radiohead concert Sunday night at Nissan Pavilion. Luckily I wasn't one of the people stuck in the traffic in this picture, but I may as well have been.

A timeline of sorts:

3:20pm: J and I show up at Donna's in Columbia to get dinner and pick up Tim. I check the forecast: rain, all night. We have lawn seats and a tarp. You see where this is going. :)

4:00pm: Nick shows up, gets food, and Tim gets off work.

4:30pm: We head out.

4:40pm: It starts raining.

5:00-ish: Stuck in traffic heading onto 495. This on a Sunday. Also, it starts raining HARD.

5:30pm: Stuck in traffic on 495.

5:45pm: We stop at our office because we all have to pee.

5:50pm: Back on 495. From here to Bristow should take us no longer than 45 minutes.

6-something: Stuck in traffic on 66.

6:30pm: At Nissan, doors open.

  • Finally reach exit 44.

  • Rather than following LiveNation's directions, we take a shortcut down Balls Ford Road (yes, haha, "Balls") and completely circumvent the line of cars in that picture.

  • Part of Wellington Road is flooded, so we do have to ford it after all. :)

  • We roll into the parking lot.

  • It's already pouring. I trade my jacket for a hooded sweatshirt and grab the umbrella. Nick puts on a poncho. Tim takes J's Army windbreaker. J takes another windbreaker, realizes it's not waterproof, and decides to wear a Toys R Us bag over it. He throws the tarp over his head and we start walking. It's probably just under half a mile from the car.
7:45?pm: We climb the hill to the lawn, try not to slip in the mud as we walk down to find a spot, and throw the tarp over our heads, where we spend the next three and a half hours hiding from the rain. Which ran down my arm and into my armpit anyway. There was no escape. Sometimes I would feel water against my foot and think some particularly concentrated stream of water was hitting it, and then I would realize that no, it's just the water that's already in my shoe.

10:15pm: We decide that we are all cold and wet and miserable, and maybe we'll leave early to try to beat the traffic and dry off (sorry, Radiohead, I hate hypothermia more than I love you). My umbrella is fucked.

10:30pm: We make it to the car. I take my shoes and socks off, and I am sorely tempted to take my pants off, but decide it's just too much work. (Pantsless! In a car! With Tim! Oh, if I had known it was even possible in 2005.)

1:25am: We leave the parking lot.
At 1:25 in the morning.


Standing outside under a tarp in record-setting rain, in 40mph wind, in 50° weather, was less unbearable than SITTING IN A DAMN CAR FOR THREE HOURS WHILST SOPPING WET.

When we finally did get moving, they sent us on a detour through NoVa and only by the grace of God and my good memory did we ever get out of there.

J and I finally got to bed at 4am. :)

I don't know if this story has a moral, except that Nissan Pavilion is a piece of shit venue. I wish I had pictures! D:
sirena: (blood blood blood)
Tonight I am going to my second rock show in three days. I'm still kind of exhausted from TMBG on Friday night and not getting home until 3am, but I have had these tickets for over a month and I've been looking forward to it and the hell with passing out.

So, look. I've been to a lot of rock shows in the past year or so (especially these past couple of months). Shall we count? (Just for shits, I am including all of the ones I can think of, all the way back to 2003.)

  • Feb. 2003: TMBG @ The Recher
  • May 2004: TMBG @ The Maryland Science Center
  • Sept. 2004: TMBG @ The Recher
  • (were there really no shows in 2005??)
  • Jan. 2006: Imogen Heap @ The Recher
  • Apr. 2006: TMBG @ Sonar
  • Nov. 2006: My Morning Jacket / The Slip @ The 9:30 Club
  • Dec. 2006: Steve Hefter and Friends of Friends / Challenge Club / Rocket [something] @ The Talking Head
  • Dec. 2006: TMBG @ Southpaw (in Brooklyn)
  • Dec. 2006: Carousel Rogues / Exit Clov / some band I forget, but they were all in high school and the girl playing the tambourine seemed painfully superfluous / Judd & Maggie
  • July 2007: Guster / Pete Yorn @ Wolf Trap
  • Sept. 2007: TMBG @ Ram's Head Live
  • Sept. 2007: The Apples in Stereo / Aqueduct / I forgot the other band's name! Sorry. @ The 9:30 Club
  • Oct. 2007: of Montreal @ Ram's Head Live
  • Oct. 2007: The Shins / Spoon / Vetiver @ Merriweather
  • Nov. 2007: TMBG @ The 9:30 Club
  • Nov. 2007 (TONIGHT!): Coheed and Cambria @ The 9:30 Club

Whew, that is a lot of shows. Actually, it seemed like more in my head. Anyway, there is nothing like having an amazing, AMAZING show near-ruined by some shithead who got there late and decided to upgrade his viewing position by squeezing his way through people who paid just as much as he did for this show, but had the sense to show up early. Seriously, don't be this shithead. Especially if you are taller than almost everyone there anyway. You'll just end up getting poked and harrassed by people like my brother.

Another show-ruiner: obnoxious drunk chick. At the of Montreal show, I was minding my own business when to my left, at about eye level, I see a couple of hands in the air having a very localized seizure. The hands are attached to a very small, very likely drunk female, who has taken it upon herself to try to squeeze herself in front of me by gyrating wildly against my left side. My homicidal urges almost blocked out the visuals of Kevin Barnes in spandex and fishnets.

But Friday? This was worse, in a lot of ways. I am all for fans to be enthusiastic. I do not need "HIII JOHHHNNNNN! I LOVE YOU JOHHHHNNNNNNN! OVER HERE JOHHHHHNNNNNNN! DAN TAKE OFF YOUR HAT! DANNY YOU'RE MIIIIIIINE! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Every. Five. Seconds. Or the wide arm gestures that kept hitting me in the head. Or taking the song "Turn Around" literally. She was quiet after several people shushed her and my brother told her she was annoying, but it was not over: I glanced to my right and saw a great expanse of flesh.

She took.

Her shirt.


And then proceeded to burst into tears during "Maybe I Know," and left.

Tonight I'm expecting more teenagers and less unstable performance artists.

Quick nap maybe.
sirena: (banksy; i'm nothing if not unrealistic)
Updated two weeks ago! That is terrible, even by my lax posting standards.

Two things to get out of the way, then:

Rumsfeld arts and crafts!
Happy Belated Caleb's Birthday!

eggman dance
Happy Day-Early Michael Watson's Birthday!

There we go. The rest of this may be long, and I apologize, and I'll try to keep it interesting with lots of paragraph breaks.

Since the accident, I've had to do a lot of legwork with the other guy's insurance company. At one point I thought I was going to have to deal with his father, who wrote his policy, but fate intervened on my behalf and I got to avoid that awkward scenario. As I understand it, there was a dispute, but it seems to have worked in my favor, as his insurance is springing for a rental car for me. Huzzah! The downside of this is that it means I will have to clean out my trunk, which is full of three years work of art projects.

The weekend after the accident (10/5), we attempted to go camping. Unfortunately all we managed was to make the 1.5 hour trip out there, find everything full, drive around some freaky dirt roads in the mountains at night, and come home. The actual camping trip happened this past weekend, which was a bit colder but not unbearable, except when the dog woke up at 4am to pee.

SUNDAY! Was of Montreal at Ram's Head Live (MGMT and Grand Buffet opened). It was ever bit as surreal and fantastic as I had expected. I'm slightly depressed to learn that Kevin Barnes looks better in fishnets than I do. Easily the most amazing show I've ever been to that wasn't a TMBG show (I've seen them so many (6!) times, they're in a different category). It was a lot like this:

(Also, a slideshow of pictures from Sunday)

I think I am in love with you, Kevin Barnes, but I'm afraid I ain't got no Soul Power.

In other news, the Bad Days have shown up a bit late. J doesn't seem to understand how debilitating and paralyzing my fears are, and I am afraid of a lot of things. I don't know how to explain it to him, and I'm afraid he won't care and just wants me to get over it, and I feel horrible and disgusting at the thought of saying them out loud anyway. So I shut down. I don't know what to do with this--I just want to get in my car and drive and get lost.

Also: For Halloween, my roommates want to go out to Adams Morgan or Dupont Circle (big obnoxious party), J wants to go to his friend's for a party (small, possibly obnoxious party at which I will likely be the only person not drinking). I would be perfectly content to put on my Jem thang and go wander around Fells Point again or Ellicott City or Annapolis or Georgetown. Or just go driving. But I have stupidly acquiesced to both of these things when I'd really rather not do either.

I am off to go watch an episode of X-Men: The Animated Series now.
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Your weekend recap, purely for my own recollective benefit (and apparently "recollective" is not a word):

Monday, 09.17
After much bitching, J and I drove up to Baltimore to see Paprika. I quite enjoyed it, and it was, as always for Satoshi Kon, beautifully animated. I wish I could have seen the brainstorming/storyboarding sessions for that. "And here, a giant baby will emerge from the robot!" Right. Not as mind-fucky as Paranoia Agent (or probably Perfect Blue, which I haven't gotten around to seeing yet), but still pretty bizarre.

What was Tuesday? I don't remember. Oh well.

Wednesday, 09.19
Apples in Stereo at the 9:30 Club (plus Aquaduct and...shit, I forgot the other band)
Great show. It's a bit weird in that I've been listening to the band since 2001 and until now they've only existed to me as sound, but now they're Real! Physical! People! There was a bit of banter, but mostly it was just about the music, and I admit that I've been a bit spoiled by TMBG in that regard.

Also we got followed down the street by a dude who wanted money. But he wasn't a crackhead, he swears. I should've asked to see his teeth and his arms.

I have already forgotten Thursday and Friday, except for the Friday night Mountain Goats show at Sonar that I didn't go to. :(

Saturday, 09.22
Allie and I got lunch and wandered around Barnes and Noble and didn't buy anything. :D

Sunday, 09.23
Boring car maintenance; took it to the car wash, which was miserable mostly because it was hot and I have no A/C and obviously had to keep the windows up. So I was focusing on the radio to keep my mind off the heat, when suddenly the station just cuts to static. I feel a great sense of dread as I look in the rearview, and sure enough, the great spinny things in the carwash have snapped the antenna clean off my car. Possibly they got caught around the Chik-Fil-A cow antenna topper. Bollocks!

And now I am at work, and this is no longer interesting, if it ever was, and I'll leave it go right here.
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Hey hey hi hi. Once again, my (mis)adventures will become lost to the ether of forgetfulness if I don't take the time to actually write anything down. Here I go!

Wednesday (9/12) was TMBG Concert! It was, as always, rockin', and was easily the best spot I've ever had at a TMBG concert. Oh, how can I stop getting weirded out when Linnell's eyes meet mine? I left without a second drumstick to match the one I got last December (the picture is missing because my paid account expired, thus did Scrapbook, but trust me when I tell you that it looks like a drumstick someone chewed on), but oh, what a great night. I could listen to Dan Miller's excellent "Istanbul" intro all day.

That said, here are some songs I wish They would play, or play more often:
Everything Right Is Wrong Again / Rhythm Section Want Ad / She Was A Hotel Detective / Lie Still, Little Bottle (with The Stick!) / Purple Toupee / They'll Need A Crane / We Want A Rock / Letterbox / Mostly everything from Apollo 18 / No One Knows My Plan / Destination Moon / Stomp Box / The End of the Tour / Meet James Ensor (I guess this is played fairly often, but I miss it) / Spiraling Shape / James K. Polk / Lullabye to Nightmares / Bangs / Cyclops Rock / Man, It's So Loud In Here

And dammit, They played like half of The Else and didn't play "Climbing the Walls." Also, "Brain Problem Situation" --why was that relegated to B-side status? I think it's lots better than, say, "Contrecoup."

Nerd rant nerd rant nerd rant.

Anyway, so that was Wednesday, and I have some other musical performancey things coming up, but I will not jinx them.

I've been coming home on the weekends, which is great but sort of disorienting, as if it's still my space, but it isn't. I feel like this computer isn't mine anymore, this room isn't mine anymore. I appreciate the proximity of the apartment, but there are lots of times when I'd just as soon say fuck it and move back again because I miss everything and everyone so badly. Then I tell myself to just grow up and deal with it, that I'm an adult now and this is what adults do--they move far away from everything and everyone they know and love and are lonely and miserable.

I feel like Jeremy doesn't really understand why I'm always coming home, which is frustrating, and then I refuse to talk to him about it and then everyone is even more frustrated. How will he ever understand if you don't explain it to him, Nichole? Am I the only one who has such a problem with this? My roommates have absolutely no problem with not seeing their families for months on end. Jeremy hasn't been back to Minnesota in maybe a year (?), and hadn't talked to his mother in six months until he called her when we were in San Diego. How is this possible for anyone? I couldn't bear it.

Clearly the thing to do is to stop crying about it and thinking about it and worrying about it and instead to just bury it, forever and ever.
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Why does this always happen?

So dudes, I need to make a decision. March 6, 2007 is host to TWO concerts I would die to attend. Ultimately it comes down to whichever I can round up accompaniment for, but I thought I would ask the all-knowing LJ first. (passers-by are also invited to vote, assuming i even have passers-by.)

[Poll #914814]

"Wait!" you say. "I don't know who these people are." Well, you'll be a better person for knowing. Allow me!

A bit about the candidates:
01. Badly Drawn Boy
Woolen-hatted British singer/songwriter.
Venue: 9:30 Club, where I almost threw up on Tim.
You Know Him As: Singer of my favorite song ever.

See Also: "All Possibilities"

02. Of Montreal
Bizarrely-costumed dancy-poppy band headed by the spangly Kevin Barnes, and also not from Montreal.
Venue: Some place in Falls Church, VA.
You Know Them As: I dunno, I just posted a video of theirs last week. Also, that Outback commercial that made me cry blood.

The quality on that is really shitty, I know. Sorry.

See Also: Disconnect the Dots

Help me, LJ-land!
sirena: (kate; a homunculus!)
I'll give you the long version later, but the short one is that it was wonderful and fun and I came back with this:

Marty Beller's Drumstick

And Marty is awesome, because he looks like he's just having the best time in a job where he gets to hit things really hard, a lot.

The story goes thusly:
The show ended, and I wanted to stick around for a bit because I never do, and I'd come all the way to New York for this, so I wasn't missing out. The setlists went pretty quickly, and I was afraid I wouldn't get anything cool for my trouble. Marty Beller was out on stage hanging out, I guess, and I leaned onto the stagey thing and shouted, "Hey Marty, is there anything left up there? It's my birthday!"

He said, "Your birthday?... How about a drumstick?"

And I think I giggled like an idiot.

Before he handed it to me, he said, "Are you sure it's your birthday? What's the date?"

And I, like an idiot, had to think about it for a split-second, but he gave it to me anyway.

And that is how I got Marty Beller's Drum stick.
sirena: (banksy; i'm nothing if not unrealistic)
Going to NYC, brb

& happy birthday to me
sirena: (blue beetle; gladys)
Last one, for good measure, and because I might not get a chance before I leave for New York:

Here's to not getting mugged. :D
sirena: (banksy; i'm nothing if not unrealistic)
I think I accidentally added (and subsequently removed) someone to my flist, so whoever I added, if you stumble upon this, hi. And oops.

My tickets for next month's TMBG Brooklyn Birthday Extravaganzapaloozathon have arrived and we also got the hotel! However! The concert venue is in Park Slopes, near (funnily enough) Prospect Park. The hotel is way the hell down near Brighton Beach.
+: It's near (on?) the water AND like three miles from Coney Island.
-: It's way the hell down near Brighton Beach. And it's a bit over a mile to the nearest subway stop. Scheisse. (note to self: take the Q to 7th Avenue)

Ah well. I can't believe this song exists.

My teeth hurt and I'm soon to be an uninsured college graduate, so I should get them checked out, I guess.

Wearing Ze Wig tomorrow! Because Tim said it's "rad."

ETA: I am here all by my lonesome and I'm hearing scary noises. :x

Also here is a fantastic cover of Elvis Costello's "I Want You" by Fiona Apple.
sirena: (The terrible truth about rainbows.)
The stars have aligned, my friends.

Or they will, I guess.

In a month and a half I'll be 23. I feel old already. But taking the edge off of this is the fact that They Might Be Giants are playing THAT VERY NIGHT. ON MY BIRTHDAY. YES. IT'S TRUE. There is no way I am not going. Maybe they will sing Happy Birthday to me and then I can pretty much just die right on the spot.

Anywayayayay. Thing is, it's in Brooklyn, and I know over half of my flist is MIA or dead or on the West Coast (LAME!) (I KID) (I really need to get more friends), but would anyone happen to be able to recommend a nice, inexpensive hotel in New York? Preferably in Brooklyn, I guess, because I really don't feel like taking a taxi or the subway that far after the show. Also, one without bed bugs would be cool. The Carlton Arms is very cool and inexpensive and I would even be willing to go into Manhattan for it, if not for the fact that I am not going to be able to sleep with all of those people painted on the walls. (The eyes! The eyesss) Maybe if I got Room 9C or 9D. Room 15D is dirty. :)

I feel weird and sort of sick and my hands are inexplicably warm, and I've got a lot to do but I might just call it a night.

PS, TOOMAH UPDATE: The official verdict is that it's a Ganglion cyst. I don't think smacking it with a Bible is going to help it. And dammit, I forgot to ask for the MRI pictures.
sirena: (nils; uncle angus?)

In that case, DAN MILLER, I demand you come to my house and reenact your Instanbul intro in my living room, because that's not fair.
sirena: (blue beetle; gladys)
O TMBG Concert, how beautiful thou art.

O Setlist:
The Guitar / Alphabet of Nations / Dr. Worm / Why Did You Grow A Beard?* / Damn Good Times / "Dan Miller's performance is sponsored by Red Bull" / Careful What You Pack* / A new song I don't know the name of ("Do you think there's somebody else out there who's better than the one you've got")* EDIT: It's "The Cap'm." Or is it "Cap'n"? / Nothing's Gonna Change My Clothes / Boss of Me / Older / We Live In A Dump* / Experimental Film / We're the Replacements / Number 3 / "We're...not buffalo...are we?" / Another new one I don't know the name of ("You can't walk, you can't ramble")* EDIT: It's "Bee of Bird of Moth" / Drink ("DRINK DRINK!") / We Want A Rock / "Shortathon," including Anaheim and / Los Angeles / Snail Shell / Spine / Rhythm Section Want Ad / Birdhouse in Your Soul / Cyclops Rock / "This Damn Band" Intro ("This damn band is kicking your ass") / Marty's Drum Clinic Examples / Purple Toupee


FIRST ENCORE: New York City / The failed cellphone experiment / Asbury Park / Dan Miller's guitar solo; words cannot cannot cannot describe how amazing this was. None. I can't even try. And of course this led into / Istanbul!


Absent: "Ana Ng," "Particle Man," "Don't Let's Start," Spin the Dial
Notable Appearances By: Oldies like "Purple Toupee," "Rhythm Section Want Ad," "We're the Replacements," "Nothing's Gonna Change My Clothes," "We Want A Rock," none of which I think I've heard live before. Fantastic.

Less banter, less audience participation than I'm used to, no confetti cannon. Flansy seemed kind of tired, maybe? Not his usual outgoing self. He usually goofs off during the "heart attack" part in "Fingertips," but he, uh, didn't. Linnell actually seemed in a great mood, jumping and bouncing and laughing more than he usually does (at least at the shows I've been to). Which is not to say he's normally in a bad mood, but as Flans faid, "Sad and tired has always worked for you."1 But I got a big Foam Finger! Which I LOVE THANK YOU

And then, walking down the street in his black polo shirt and his red, red pants, there was...Danny Weinkauf.

Dear Mr. Weinkauf,
I am really really sorry if I perhaps weirded you out when I yelled, "Hi Danny!" across the street. I really don't mean to come off as That Psycho Girl in the Audience, but somehow I am always approaching that boundary.

Yours sincerely,

P.S., Love the red pants. Please wear them always. ♥♥♥

Also, I did not attend the House Painting Maybe Twister Party, primarily because I have to be at work at 9:30 tomorrow. And I work Sunday. Oh, and next Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, too. I work 32 damn hours next week, which is 12 more than I asked for, and I know lots of people work and go to school full time but dammit, I've got a lot of work. Oh Arthur, don't think you can sweet talk me and call me "buddy" and think you'll get away with it!
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Sorry you got a shitty recording, Rachel. :( For the record it was "Have You Got It In You," accompanied by Zoe Keating, who plays an awesome cello.


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