"If only he was wearing red and had no arms! I'd know who he was IMMEDIATELY!"
Yo, internet! I am not dead! I was just in Boston!
I went to see mcwonthelottery this weekend, and had a glorious time seeing an Ingrid Michaelson show. I swear, she and her amazing band of awesomeness get better every time I see them. Dan Romer is touring with them now! There is an accordion! Chris Kuffner did this ridiculous scat on "Locked Up!" Allie Moss continues to be so pretty I can hardly stand it!
But really, let's talk about the Armless Hipster.
Greg Holden, the opener, did a song about being hungover and called some dude from the audience on stage to sing with him. He said the guy's name and the band name, but we couldn't really hear it due to a combination of British accent + mumbling + loud club. The dude was so fucking hipster that we were afraid he would spontaneously combust from Hipsteria. (Check it--I just made up a disease that effects more disinterested twenty-somethings than any other.) He was wearing red skinny jeans, a red Hanes sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off or rolled up, and elven ankle boots. The entire time he was singing, he held his arms behind his back.
A few minutes into the performance, mcwonthelottery leaned over and said, "He looks like he has no arms!"
Well, I spent the rest of the song laughing. So did she. We shared this with septicidal and he became known as The Armless Hipster. And our new best friend.
Re: His boots: "I think they're elven. Like he's romping through the woods with his hipster jeans and his Hanes sweatshirt and no arms. How does he keep his balance? I want to read an online comic about this guy. Russell the Armless Hispter." -- mcwonthelottery
So, I'll detail the actual show later, but we came home and googled him and found out his name was Kyle Patrick. We looked at pictures of his majorly hipster band that has singles in Southeast Asia and made fun of it for a little while before setting our mockery sights on GDL.
I was aware that GDL had a band. I was moderately aware that it wasn't a very good band. I didn't really, you know, know anything about it other than the name, which came up a few times at Dragon*Con.
Guys, I wasn't prepared for what I heard and saw on the band's MySpace. I think a part of me is still on Becca's bed, laughing so hard I can't sit up. Because. Really.
At this point, once I had stopped laughing enough to breathe properly, we somehow decided that the Armless Hipster and GDL needed to be best friends. The Armless Hipster could teach GDL how to have singles in Southeast Asia and GDL could pick things up for the Armless Hipster. GDL's weirdass music would SPEAK to how depressed the Armless Hipster is since he has no arms. Eventually, that turned into a decision to write GDL/Armless Hipster RPS.
"Oh Kyle Patrick. You have two first names."
"Gareth has THREE first names."
"I know! They're meant for each other! It's canon!"
At one point, we decided the best way to hook them up with each other would be to make fake e-mail accounts and have them e-mail each other. "I can get your band singles in Southeast Asia." "My teevee character was killed, so I know what it's like to have no arms."
Oh god, guys. It's still funny. WHY IS IT STILL FUNNY?
***
Anyway, I still have Saturday, Sunday, and Monday of con to write about and I will have a setlist from the Ingrid show (plus commentary!) in the near future. For now, however, I am going to go in the other room, plug my computer in, and write some good old fashioned no-romance-no-kissing-totally-gen-friendship-from-the-point-of-view-of-fandom's-least-favorite-character fic. It will be good times.
I went to see mcwonthelottery this weekend, and had a glorious time seeing an Ingrid Michaelson show. I swear, she and her amazing band of awesomeness get better every time I see them. Dan Romer is touring with them now! There is an accordion! Chris Kuffner did this ridiculous scat on "Locked Up!" Allie Moss continues to be so pretty I can hardly stand it!
But really, let's talk about the Armless Hipster.
Greg Holden, the opener, did a song about being hungover and called some dude from the audience on stage to sing with him. He said the guy's name and the band name, but we couldn't really hear it due to a combination of British accent + mumbling + loud club. The dude was so fucking hipster that we were afraid he would spontaneously combust from Hipsteria. (Check it--I just made up a disease that effects more disinterested twenty-somethings than any other.) He was wearing red skinny jeans, a red Hanes sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off or rolled up, and elven ankle boots. The entire time he was singing, he held his arms behind his back.
A few minutes into the performance, mcwonthelottery leaned over and said, "He looks like he has no arms!"
Well, I spent the rest of the song laughing. So did she. We shared this with septicidal and he became known as The Armless Hipster. And our new best friend.
Re: His boots: "I think they're elven. Like he's romping through the woods with his hipster jeans and his Hanes sweatshirt and no arms. How does he keep his balance? I want to read an online comic about this guy. Russell the Armless Hispter." -- mcwonthelottery
So, I'll detail the actual show later, but we came home and googled him and found out his name was Kyle Patrick. We looked at pictures of his majorly hipster band that has singles in Southeast Asia and made fun of it for a little while before setting our mockery sights on GDL.
I was aware that GDL had a band. I was moderately aware that it wasn't a very good band. I didn't really, you know, know anything about it other than the name, which came up a few times at Dragon*Con.
Guys, I wasn't prepared for what I heard and saw on the band's MySpace. I think a part of me is still on Becca's bed, laughing so hard I can't sit up. Because. Really.
At this point, once I had stopped laughing enough to breathe properly, we somehow decided that the Armless Hipster and GDL needed to be best friends. The Armless Hipster could teach GDL how to have singles in Southeast Asia and GDL could pick things up for the Armless Hipster. GDL's weirdass music would SPEAK to how depressed the Armless Hipster is since he has no arms. Eventually, that turned into a decision to write GDL/Armless Hipster RPS.
"Oh Kyle Patrick. You have two first names."
"Gareth has THREE first names."
"I know! They're meant for each other! It's canon!"
At one point, we decided the best way to hook them up with each other would be to make fake e-mail accounts and have them e-mail each other. "I can get your band singles in Southeast Asia." "My teevee character was killed, so I know what it's like to have no arms."
Oh god, guys. It's still funny. WHY IS IT STILL FUNNY?
***
Anyway, I still have Saturday, Sunday, and Monday of con to write about and I will have a setlist from the Ingrid show (plus commentary!) in the near future. For now, however, I am going to go in the other room, plug my computer in, and write some good old fashioned no-romance-no-kissing-totally-gen-friendship-from-the-point-of-view-of-fandom's-least-favorite-character fic. It will be good times.