concerts!
Okay, so. Jess hasn't seen a concert since Kill Hannah in 2003. That's 3 years and a month since she saw a band live. Jess hates local music and belongs in London, so she only cares about concerts when there are extremely good bands involved.
Jess has discovered tonight two events that are occurring and she is very interested in both.
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 8 PM. Muse are playing Kansas City's Uptown Theatre. It is $30 general admission. Jess REALLY likes Muse suddenly. Jess likes Muse a great deal. Jess thinks Matt Bellamy is very cute and likes to sing with his falsetto and enjoys all that noisy piano and thrashy guitar.
SUNDAY, OCTOBER 29, DON'T KNOW THE TIME. Placebo are playing Kansas City's Beaumont Club. Ticket prices are not yet listed. THIS IS FUCKING PLACEBO AND THEY ARE FUCKING PLAYING FUCKING AMERICA AND JESS FUCKING WANTS TO GO. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Problems:
1) Jess don't got no driver's license yet. This could be amended with a few dedicated weeks of practicing and going in to take the exam, but Jess's parents are surely not going to let her drive the three hours down to Kansas City and back on her lonesome so she can see British men make loud noises.
2) Smeg offered to drive Jess to Muse, but would be stuck for *however long* with nothing to do and Jess would feel really bad. Also, Smeg didn't enjoy driving to Lincoln and Kansas City is even bigger and more fucked up than Lincoln is, and 2 hours' further a drive. Jess doesn't know Smeg's feelings on Placebo. Smeg also dislikes loud noises and Jess respects that.
3) Jess's parents used to take the family on little weekend excursions to stay the night in places and go to a train meet or something similar the next day. Because travelling goes poorly for the Z. Clan, we haven't done this in a while, but damn it, I've wanted to go to Kansas City again just for the fuck of it and I'm SURE there's something they could do there while I'm going deaf and screaming my vocal cords raw.
4) Where am I going to get the money? I still have nothing in my bank account and I refuse to bother with a job until I'm sure this semester won't send me into a crashing breakdown.
This quandary sux0rz. :\
At least I now own a black 'ergonomic' (read: funny-shaped) tambourine. His name is Simon The Destroyer and he is exceedingly loud so I have to play him only in the basement with the door closed.
J.
Jess has discovered tonight two events that are occurring and she is very interested in both.
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 8 PM. Muse are playing Kansas City's Uptown Theatre. It is $30 general admission. Jess REALLY likes Muse suddenly. Jess likes Muse a great deal. Jess thinks Matt Bellamy is very cute and likes to sing with his falsetto and enjoys all that noisy piano and thrashy guitar.
SUNDAY, OCTOBER 29, DON'T KNOW THE TIME. Placebo are playing Kansas City's Beaumont Club. Ticket prices are not yet listed. THIS IS FUCKING PLACEBO AND THEY ARE FUCKING PLAYING FUCKING AMERICA AND JESS FUCKING WANTS TO GO. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Problems:
1) Jess don't got no driver's license yet. This could be amended with a few dedicated weeks of practicing and going in to take the exam, but Jess's parents are surely not going to let her drive the three hours down to Kansas City and back on her lonesome so she can see British men make loud noises.
2) Smeg offered to drive Jess to Muse, but would be stuck for *however long* with nothing to do and Jess would feel really bad. Also, Smeg didn't enjoy driving to Lincoln and Kansas City is even bigger and more fucked up than Lincoln is, and 2 hours' further a drive. Jess doesn't know Smeg's feelings on Placebo. Smeg also dislikes loud noises and Jess respects that.
3) Jess's parents used to take the family on little weekend excursions to stay the night in places and go to a train meet or something similar the next day. Because travelling goes poorly for the Z. Clan, we haven't done this in a while, but damn it, I've wanted to go to Kansas City again just for the fuck of it and I'm SURE there's something they could do there while I'm going deaf and screaming my vocal cords raw.
4) Where am I going to get the money? I still have nothing in my bank account and I refuse to bother with a job until I'm sure this semester won't send me into a crashing breakdown.
This quandary sux0rz. :\
At least I now own a black 'ergonomic' (read: funny-shaped) tambourine. His name is Simon The Destroyer and he is exceedingly loud so I have to play him only in the basement with the door closed.
J.