they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
all publicity is good publicity + MAY 18. 2004 = m i d n i g h t.
+ Drive to Cambridge for Broadcast show at Middle East. Dinner takes place in the front room with its crowded booths & tables & bar. Six maroon chairs & two long tables pushed together. Sean orders a slice of chocolate cake with his dinner, later, when I ask him if he always orders dessert with dinner he admits to possessing a SeriousSweetTooth. Jacob , in his funny black hat. Jess, with her 70s roller rink hair. Peter makes us laugh. Ben, is ho t t & he holds my hand (such a + in a beau, eh?) . Drinks with limes in them & territory staked out near the front of the stage. Am charmed by Jacob�s friend Liz who makes a point of telling us she promptly forgets names as soon as she is introduced. During opening act she tells us she knows one of the main families in Amherst & entertains us with stories of their wild Holiday parties (think: drunken hay rides To the Local Bar, bonfires & an unruly crowd trying to jump over said bonfires.) Bathrooms smell like spray paint. Merch table is sheepishly guarded by Electrolane�s drummer�s brother. He is proud to point out that his sister took the photos that make up the covers of their releases. (first: a carousel . second: a purple square of color.) Broadcast. The lead singer is beautifully alien-esque with her huge blue eyes lined in black. Bright blue retro Polyester Dress. Ripple running down her back due to zipper covered in fabric. Black tights & shiny silver sandals. Thick black bangs & her hair reaches the center of her chest (wig?). Bassist earnestly eyes her as if waiting for unseen cues. Feel ridiculously jealous as she crouches down to reach something on the floor & her dress snakes rakishly up her thighs & reveals bare skin where the thick black tights end. Jealous because I have no _musicalskillz_ & how empowering it seems to be on stage holding everyone captive with your Perfect Pitch & Crazy Little 60s Outfit. (note to self: must dispose of the �crack� jokes. as in: what have you been up to lately? oh, me?! .smoking crack! it�s simply not funny anymore, and to be honest, am not sure it ever was. but, the faux-smoking-cigarettes bit still works wonders. )
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