Strange Days Indeed...
Most Peculiar, Mama...
Last night, I went to Harry's with the Sara(h)s.A trio of my favorite guys were behind the very busy bar, and I noticed that there was a setup for a musician in the corner. I settled in thinking, "this could be a good night." As I got my first drink, the musician cam back from his break and started to play.
It was Chris Knopp. Seriously.
I sat there trying to hold conversation, but every few minutes or so I'd end up pulling faces and saying something along the catty, bitchy lines of what I always do when he's around. He noticed me about halfway through the set, and on his next break, he sat down with us to talk. "You're about to see why I'm the most two-faced person you'll ever meet," I said to the others, plastering on a smile.
To my surprise, the conversation was actually pretty pleasant. I'm fairly certain that this was the least messed up substance-wise that I've seen him in a long time. But I wasn't about to let go of my prejudices that easily. I'm damn stubborn when it comes to some things. "See what I mean?", I said, rolling my eyes as he went back to his guitar.
Then he did something entirely unexpected.
He called me up to sing with him. Totally unprompted by anyone I know. Seriously.
I sang lead To Be With You by Mr. Big, and I backed him up on some stuff by Ryan Adams and The Pixies. I got a lighter, a cell phone, and a massive flashlight held in the air for me by the boys at the bar. One of them found the song choice questionable, by told me that I sounded really good. A friend of mine from the waaaay back who I only see occasionally, and only at that bar, came to me and told me that he was telling the people he knew there how he could remember a time when I wouldn't sing for anyone (Apparently, I've evolved quite a bit since my freshman year of high school). It was actually a pretty great time.
By the end of it all, though, all that was running through my mind was this one thought...
"DAMN it! You're not supposed to be nice to me! This messes up the entire dynamic! How am I supposed to be a bitch behind your back now? Geeze!"
Last night, I went to Harry's with the Sara(h)s.A trio of my favorite guys were behind the very busy bar, and I noticed that there was a setup for a musician in the corner. I settled in thinking, "this could be a good night." As I got my first drink, the musician cam back from his break and started to play.
It was Chris Knopp. Seriously.
I sat there trying to hold conversation, but every few minutes or so I'd end up pulling faces and saying something along the catty, bitchy lines of what I always do when he's around. He noticed me about halfway through the set, and on his next break, he sat down with us to talk. "You're about to see why I'm the most two-faced person you'll ever meet," I said to the others, plastering on a smile.
To my surprise, the conversation was actually pretty pleasant. I'm fairly certain that this was the least messed up substance-wise that I've seen him in a long time. But I wasn't about to let go of my prejudices that easily. I'm damn stubborn when it comes to some things. "See what I mean?", I said, rolling my eyes as he went back to his guitar.
Then he did something entirely unexpected.
He called me up to sing with him. Totally unprompted by anyone I know. Seriously.
I sang lead To Be With You by Mr. Big, and I backed him up on some stuff by Ryan Adams and The Pixies. I got a lighter, a cell phone, and a massive flashlight held in the air for me by the boys at the bar. One of them found the song choice questionable, by told me that I sounded really good. A friend of mine from the waaaay back who I only see occasionally, and only at that bar, came to me and told me that he was telling the people he knew there how he could remember a time when I wouldn't sing for anyone (Apparently, I've evolved quite a bit since my freshman year of high school). It was actually a pretty great time.
By the end of it all, though, all that was running through my mind was this one thought...
"DAMN it! You're not supposed to be nice to me! This messes up the entire dynamic! How am I supposed to be a bitch behind your back now? Geeze!"