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c'mon man, it's my birthday, fuck this wet snow!
the weather on my birthday is often quite variable. for every year it's like this, there's another year it's sunny and 70. ah, the vagaries of late march in the midwest.
so last night canasta rocked the roof off the double door. mp thinks it was our best show ever, which was a combination of how well we played (pretty flawless, i thought) and the fact that there was a huge crowd there, who seemed more or less receptive. (i had to do the whole leaning-into-the-audience responding-to-a-curious-fan while simultaneously unplugging-my-stuff thing. kinda cool. big audiences are also fun because i can act more like a rock star on stage. i let my mouth hang open a little bit, breathless, and survey the crowd, occasionally nodding my head upward. i go all sexy on my vocals during the chorus of "microphone song," adding little sighs after each monosyllable. i take swigs of my beer during moments when i'm not playing, or only playing with my left hand, when i'm not even thirsty, because i'm in a rock band and i'm having fun.)
then, twenty minutes after midnight, i realized it was my birthday and went around telling everyone i knew that it was my birthday, including everyone in the changes, whom i barely know. i bummed a marlboro ultra-light from their drummer johnny (who earlier told me a story about how the band recorded a song with dummy lyrics from a blender article about hilary duff, posted it on their website for a couple of days, and somehow the mp3 found its way to ultragrrl (the ex-spin writer), who then forwarded it to miss duff herself -- to which my third reaction (after 1. wow that's cool and 2. i'm jealous) was canasta desperately needs to write a song about lindsay lohan) and i danced to "don't stop til you get enough" and i had a good drunken conversation with glowworm28 that made me assert several times, later in the night, that she is one of my favorite people on earth. and then, probably against my better judgment, i went back to mp's apartment with him and djl, who came to the show from madison unannounced. i like hanging out with him. he's a good egg and a smart cookie.
so now i'm sleep-deprived (although not hungover, thankfully), but i get to leave work at 1:30, so there will almost assuredly be a nap in my future. i was supposed to renew my driver's license today, but i forgot to bring a proof of address. kinda sucks, because it would've been a perfect day to do it. so i'm going to maybe buy a dvd player on my way home from work and then take a nap and if i have time i'll watch part of morvern callar. otherwise, on to the restaurant club anniversary party and then slint at the metro! yeah.
the weather on my birthday is often quite variable. for every year it's like this, there's another year it's sunny and 70. ah, the vagaries of late march in the midwest.
so last night canasta rocked the roof off the double door. mp thinks it was our best show ever, which was a combination of how well we played (pretty flawless, i thought) and the fact that there was a huge crowd there, who seemed more or less receptive. (i had to do the whole leaning-into-the-audience responding-to-a-curious-fan while simultaneously unplugging-my-stuff thing. kinda cool. big audiences are also fun because i can act more like a rock star on stage. i let my mouth hang open a little bit, breathless, and survey the crowd, occasionally nodding my head upward. i go all sexy on my vocals during the chorus of "microphone song," adding little sighs after each monosyllable. i take swigs of my beer during moments when i'm not playing, or only playing with my left hand, when i'm not even thirsty, because i'm in a rock band and i'm having fun.)
then, twenty minutes after midnight, i realized it was my birthday and went around telling everyone i knew that it was my birthday, including everyone in the changes, whom i barely know. i bummed a marlboro ultra-light from their drummer johnny (who earlier told me a story about how the band recorded a song with dummy lyrics from a blender article about hilary duff, posted it on their website for a couple of days, and somehow the mp3 found its way to ultragrrl (the ex-spin writer), who then forwarded it to miss duff herself -- to which my third reaction (after 1. wow that's cool and 2. i'm jealous) was canasta desperately needs to write a song about lindsay lohan) and i danced to "don't stop til you get enough" and i had a good drunken conversation with glowworm28 that made me assert several times, later in the night, that she is one of my favorite people on earth. and then, probably against my better judgment, i went back to mp's apartment with him and djl, who came to the show from madison unannounced. i like hanging out with him. he's a good egg and a smart cookie.
so now i'm sleep-deprived (although not hungover, thankfully), but i get to leave work at 1:30, so there will almost assuredly be a nap in my future. i was supposed to renew my driver's license today, but i forgot to bring a proof of address. kinda sucks, because it would've been a perfect day to do it. so i'm going to maybe buy a dvd player on my way home from work and then take a nap and if i have time i'll watch part of morvern callar. otherwise, on to the restaurant club anniversary party and then slint at the metro! yeah.