I'll crawl over fifty good KITTY-CATS just to get one LARGE boy's TUCKAS, said Stagger Lee...
Dearest life,
How are you?
Your friend,
Kaija
Dearest Kaija,
Leave me alone.
- Life
For cereal, I am alive.
I went to those aforementioned concerts. Orgy was disappointing in a hilarious way. The singer, and only original member, messed up the set by singing songs in the wrong order, had lyrics from one song printed out and taped to his amp, demanded jello shots onstage (the most uncool of alcoholic, uh, solids?), and was just generally a mess.
That being said, I fulfilled my goal to touch him a whole bunch. My hands and his hips. Also got his autograph after the show. He was walking briskly away from the growing crowd of people awaiting his picture. My heart was broken for a moment, but I sucked up the resolve and followed.
"Jay, Jay, Jay!" I chanted, clomping in my giant boots I no longer have any business wearing at my age.
He turned and I thrust my lyrics booklet at him.
"Can you sign your face for me?"
Jay did so, finally completing the collection of the entire band which I had gotten probably 9 years ago. He then saw I had a set list taped to the front of my body. I'd forgotten it was there.
"You want me to sign this, too?" he asked.
I said something like, "Sure!" and also, I think, "I love you." Then he ran away before I could ask for a hug. But I had already molested him and also demanded his attention, so I was satisfied.
Little me in the past can rest assured that we have touched the heck out of this man. For the record, I would like to point out that Jay Gordon had jumped against the barrier for the crowd to touch him and that I would never feel up a rock star unless a number of other people around me were doing the same. Rockstars are people, too, and deserve physical respect like everyone else. Unless they are offering up their bodies, and I, as an audience member, am therefore obligated to comply.
Oh, and this show was at a beach town in New Hampshire, only it was freezing. Snow on the beach. Odd boy without shoes doing front and back flips. The whole place was eerie and dead and cold.
The next night the bf and I went to see Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds at a tiny venue in Boston. So amazing. Really put Orgy to shame.
Nick Cave is a decade older than Mr. Gordon and had so much energy. He WAS Stagger Lee. He kept touching people in the crowd (my rockstar touching hands grew sad that they were seated so far away...). Nick Cave also jumped into the crowd, crawling over the seats and singing amongst the people.
I had heard he was great in concert and I got to find out first hand. Everything is true. So glad I went.
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And NOW.
I dunno.
I want to see every Sci-Fi movie being released in the next 6 months. This is my life's goal.
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Also, I am running a Poetry Slam at work and I have to figure out how to convince people that everything I do is cool.
How are you?
Your friend,
Kaija
Dearest Kaija,
Leave me alone.
- Life
For cereal, I am alive.
I went to those aforementioned concerts. Orgy was disappointing in a hilarious way. The singer, and only original member, messed up the set by singing songs in the wrong order, had lyrics from one song printed out and taped to his amp, demanded jello shots onstage (the most uncool of alcoholic, uh, solids?), and was just generally a mess.
That being said, I fulfilled my goal to touch him a whole bunch. My hands and his hips. Also got his autograph after the show. He was walking briskly away from the growing crowd of people awaiting his picture. My heart was broken for a moment, but I sucked up the resolve and followed.
"Jay, Jay, Jay!" I chanted, clomping in my giant boots I no longer have any business wearing at my age.
He turned and I thrust my lyrics booklet at him.
"Can you sign your face for me?"
Jay did so, finally completing the collection of the entire band which I had gotten probably 9 years ago. He then saw I had a set list taped to the front of my body. I'd forgotten it was there.
"You want me to sign this, too?" he asked.
I said something like, "Sure!" and also, I think, "I love you." Then he ran away before I could ask for a hug. But I had already molested him and also demanded his attention, so I was satisfied.
Little me in the past can rest assured that we have touched the heck out of this man. For the record, I would like to point out that Jay Gordon had jumped against the barrier for the crowd to touch him and that I would never feel up a rock star unless a number of other people around me were doing the same. Rockstars are people, too, and deserve physical respect like everyone else. Unless they are offering up their bodies, and I, as an audience member, am therefore obligated to comply.
Oh, and this show was at a beach town in New Hampshire, only it was freezing. Snow on the beach. Odd boy without shoes doing front and back flips. The whole place was eerie and dead and cold.
The next night the bf and I went to see Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds at a tiny venue in Boston. So amazing. Really put Orgy to shame.
Nick Cave is a decade older than Mr. Gordon and had so much energy. He WAS Stagger Lee. He kept touching people in the crowd (my rockstar touching hands grew sad that they were seated so far away...). Nick Cave also jumped into the crowd, crawling over the seats and singing amongst the people.
I had heard he was great in concert and I got to find out first hand. Everything is true. So glad I went.
+++
And NOW.
I dunno.
I want to see every Sci-Fi movie being released in the next 6 months. This is my life's goal.
+++
Also, I am running a Poetry Slam at work and I have to figure out how to convince people that everything I do is cool.