Band of Horses...so much better then Deer Tick.
"This crowd has got some teeth on it!!"- Ben Bridwell.
Truer words were never spoken.
Look, I get one lame, teenage freakout post a semester, ok? Here it is:
So I totally got to hang out with Band of Horses! Ahhh!!!
A few members anyway. But it was the cool members anyways. The ones that looked like a lot of fun. The others had this old grizzly man feel to them, and not the fun type, the quietly whittling in the corner type.
So I assholishly pushed my way through the crowd to get to the front while dragging Cole and Ali behind me. You think I gave a fuck that the 4 foot Asian girl could no longer see the show? She shoulda moved up into the space in front of her instead of hogging that whole 4 inches of space in front of her. (People gotta watch out when I'm around. If there's enough space for me to get my finger in I'm there in front of you before you even know what happened.) And I'm chatting with Bill Reynolds, (which for those of you who were there it was the super hot one with the cowboy hat and aviator glasses) hooting and hollering with me and Margo telling him he's awesome, and asking him where he got his pants and shit and pretty much carrying a mini conversation while he's performing. (If not with our words, then with our eyes!)
After the show I walk up to them as they're packing up and got a pic, then offered to buy them booze, but they refused citing the fact that they drink for free. Me being the total band stalker I am, 10 minutes later I go back to them and offer them a bunch of rounds at St Mikes, which they actually accepted!! They mentioned something about being there earlier and really liking it and everything. Of course I wasn't actually expecting them to come, and really only Bill came, I played it cool and pointed at him to signify I got his beer, and went back to my conversation, pretending like I wasn't staring at him through the corner of my eye the whole time. He got a Miller (he went cheap! Thank God cuz I didn't actually have much money) and immediately walked over, pulled up a chair and hung out with us the whole time! Oh man. Everyone around swarmed around us like fliers, especially the ho's. Every ho (both male and female) that has at one time seen me or talked to me ran up and was giving me hugs and shit, like we've been cool forever. Needless to say, I felt like a freaking superstar.
So we're having a great convo and such, Bill ends up giving Cole his cowboy hat (!!) which if he doesn't wear every day and cherish forever I will be extremely upset. Things start to die down, Bill mentions something about wanting whiskey, me being me, I mutter something under my breath about wanting to smoke, which caused Bill's ears to perk up like a dog hearing a whistle. I knew at that moment- I'm in!! Of course I don't bring my weed with me so I scan the area Robo-cop style for the nearest person who could immediately supply me weed and Stephanie, being my life-saver, rescues me with the hookup! I couldn't help but think, Phew! That was close. I almost lost my chance to really hang out with them.
We go back to the hotel and smoke a bit, then Phil and some other tally kids show up and we're just being boisterous and having a grand ol' time like we've been old friends forever. I love that feeling! Being around people whose music inspires you, but then connecting with them on a friendly level too. Of course, it started to get late, against my will I started to get sleepy, and drunk girl starts spitting up on the chair she's been wobbling on and close to falling off for the past hour. At one point, she jumps up, starts making out with the drummer while we're having a conversation with him. We just turn to each other and start laughing, a roadie (a Swissman named Baptiste) starts ragging on him, which I think made the drummer pretty embarrassed. So the girl stumbles off
and accidentally grabs this other dude to stabilize herself so she wouldn't fall over to which makes this other Tallahassee kid cautions "Look out dude! You're next!"
The girl (I really can't remember her name. I think it's Sam or something.) is sauntering around the room, and every time the drummer guy asks if she's ok, she just lifts up a drunk finger, moves it wobbily to his lips and mutters: "ssscccchhhhhhhhh......" in a way that tries to suggest sexiness but actually suggests inebriation. We laugh at her expense for a bit, then trail out slowly.
A couple hours later I woke up and went to work. I was exhausted but it was well worth it. I'm on cloud 9! I'm already checking out the band schedule to see who else is coming soon so I can prepare. I have turned band-stalking into a craft. I should teach it for DIY week. This could be the course syllabus:
1- Assumptions you should make about every band (they are drunks, at least one member smokes weed)
2- During the show (notice every small detail about the members, try and carry on conversations during the actual show itself. Apparently they love when people yell out random stuff, i.e.- Nice Pants!)
3- After the show (Offer them help with packing up, booze)
4- Afterparty (try not to slobber, don't get too wasted to walk)
Yea so fuck you Deer Tick for not showing up at our party. I have much cooler band friends now. Some bands actually like their fans and won't lie and say they're gonna show up when they won't.
No one can burst my cool bubble right now.
Truer words were never spoken.
Look, I get one lame, teenage freakout post a semester, ok? Here it is:
So I totally got to hang out with Band of Horses! Ahhh!!!
A few members anyway. But it was the cool members anyways. The ones that looked like a lot of fun. The others had this old grizzly man feel to them, and not the fun type, the quietly whittling in the corner type.
So I assholishly pushed my way through the crowd to get to the front while dragging Cole and Ali behind me. You think I gave a fuck that the 4 foot Asian girl could no longer see the show? She shoulda moved up into the space in front of her instead of hogging that whole 4 inches of space in front of her. (People gotta watch out when I'm around. If there's enough space for me to get my finger in I'm there in front of you before you even know what happened.) And I'm chatting with Bill Reynolds, (which for those of you who were there it was the super hot one with the cowboy hat and aviator glasses) hooting and hollering with me and Margo telling him he's awesome, and asking him where he got his pants and shit and pretty much carrying a mini conversation while he's performing. (If not with our words, then with our eyes!)
After the show I walk up to them as they're packing up and got a pic, then offered to buy them booze, but they refused citing the fact that they drink for free. Me being the total band stalker I am, 10 minutes later I go back to them and offer them a bunch of rounds at St Mikes, which they actually accepted!! They mentioned something about being there earlier and really liking it and everything. Of course I wasn't actually expecting them to come, and really only Bill came, I played it cool and pointed at him to signify I got his beer, and went back to my conversation, pretending like I wasn't staring at him through the corner of my eye the whole time. He got a Miller (he went cheap! Thank God cuz I didn't actually have much money) and immediately walked over, pulled up a chair and hung out with us the whole time! Oh man. Everyone around swarmed around us like fliers, especially the ho's. Every ho (both male and female) that has at one time seen me or talked to me ran up and was giving me hugs and shit, like we've been cool forever. Needless to say, I felt like a freaking superstar.
So we're having a great convo and such, Bill ends up giving Cole his cowboy hat (!!) which if he doesn't wear every day and cherish forever I will be extremely upset. Things start to die down, Bill mentions something about wanting whiskey, me being me, I mutter something under my breath about wanting to smoke, which caused Bill's ears to perk up like a dog hearing a whistle. I knew at that moment- I'm in!! Of course I don't bring my weed with me so I scan the area Robo-cop style for the nearest person who could immediately supply me weed and Stephanie, being my life-saver, rescues me with the hookup! I couldn't help but think, Phew! That was close. I almost lost my chance to really hang out with them.
We go back to the hotel and smoke a bit, then Phil and some other tally kids show up and we're just being boisterous and having a grand ol' time like we've been old friends forever. I love that feeling! Being around people whose music inspires you, but then connecting with them on a friendly level too. Of course, it started to get late, against my will I started to get sleepy, and drunk girl starts spitting up on the chair she's been wobbling on and close to falling off for the past hour. At one point, she jumps up, starts making out with the drummer while we're having a conversation with him. We just turn to each other and start laughing, a roadie (a Swissman named Baptiste) starts ragging on him, which I think made the drummer pretty embarrassed. So the girl stumbles off
and accidentally grabs this other dude to stabilize herself so she wouldn't fall over to which makes this other Tallahassee kid cautions "Look out dude! You're next!"
The girl (I really can't remember her name. I think it's Sam or something.) is sauntering around the room, and every time the drummer guy asks if she's ok, she just lifts up a drunk finger, moves it wobbily to his lips and mutters: "ssscccchhhhhhhhh......" in a way that tries to suggest sexiness but actually suggests inebriation. We laugh at her expense for a bit, then trail out slowly.
A couple hours later I woke up and went to work. I was exhausted but it was well worth it. I'm on cloud 9! I'm already checking out the band schedule to see who else is coming soon so I can prepare. I have turned band-stalking into a craft. I should teach it for DIY week. This could be the course syllabus:
1- Assumptions you should make about every band (they are drunks, at least one member smokes weed)
2- During the show (notice every small detail about the members, try and carry on conversations during the actual show itself. Apparently they love when people yell out random stuff, i.e.- Nice Pants!)
3- After the show (Offer them help with packing up, booze)
4- Afterparty (try not to slobber, don't get too wasted to walk)
Yea so fuck you Deer Tick for not showing up at our party. I have much cooler band friends now. Some bands actually like their fans and won't lie and say they're gonna show up when they won't.
No one can burst my cool bubble right now.