Underwater Song (or Orgasm Song?)
OK Go was playing at Q101’s Jamboree in the Chicago area. I entered the Rube Goldberg Machine contest, even though once I got all the elements together (and very cool elements at that), it turned out to be of very, very short duration.
I was the only entry for this gig.
I waited patiently for someone from Team OK Go to contact me about my entry. (Team OK Go is what I call Paracadute with my friends, it's easier than explaining the name all the time.) I know the duration was very short, but, hey, only entry! When I didn’t hear anything by the Tuesday before the concert, I decided to go ahead and buy the lawn tickets.
The lawn tickets sold out that day. There were pavilion seats, but they started at $30 a pop and quickly went up from there.
Did I say I was patiently waiting for a reply? Now it was impatiently, as I waited too long to get the tickets and now the entry was my only chance to get it. I sent an email to the webmaster Wednesday night. No response.
On Friday night, I emailed, Facebooked, and Twittered all over the place to Team OK Go with the simple inquiry - Uh, hey, is my RGM worthy of a lawn ticket or two? Hm, I believe I’m the only entry.
I got the email from Pete on Saturday morning saying that I won the tickets and that they would be at the will call booth. I excitedly called my friend Bill to see if he was in. (Why not my hubby Randy? Briefly, he has a bad leg and can’t stand for long periods, plus he knows that I would have a better time with Bill than with him at a outdoor rock concert.)
Bill was in.
I just tried to describe my relationship with Bill, but that turned into another (someday posted) journal entry. I’ll just say that we, along with the other people in our group of college friends, have been friends for some fifteen years, and been though a lot with and for each other. He’s one of my two best guy friends. (Yes, Michael, my other best guy friend is you.)
Bill is all for spontaneous events, as long as he has at least an hour or so to plan the trip and develop about three alternative routes, including commentary of what was near the path we could or would be going, perhaps some ex-girlfriend lived over there and we would pass it. I don’t bloody care, honey.
I love Bill to bits and I know him. I gently grasped his shoulders, looked him in the eye, and told him that I would be hyper and very impatient for the day. Bill then gently grasped my shoulders and told me that he would take the time to plan the route out including finding something to eat. We nodded to each other, in full knowledge that this was the way it was going to be, we understand and love each other, and we would deal with each other accordingly.
Yay, finally in the car! Graciously, Bill suggested we listen to OK Go on the way and that I play the songs we were likely to hear. I popped in “Blue” and started with WTF, TTSP, and then decided to just play the whole thing rather than skip around. I let Bill know what songs the boys were likely going to play.
We got to “I Want You So Bad I Can’t Breathe.” I love this song. I really love this song, mostly for two specific reasons. One, it’s the “Underwater Song.” where Becky had the awesome idea at the Chicago Metro gig (my first OK Go concert!) to scream out “Underwater!” when Damian gets to the pause near the end of the song. I can’t breathe!... pause..Underwater!... song continues. Accordingly, Becky and I screamed it at Jamboree, even though at Maker Faire, Damian demonstrated his ability to not only breathe underwater, but sing as well (Appropriately, he sang IWYSBICB as well as TTSP underwater.) Happy memories for that song!
The second reason is a little more risque than I would normally mention, because I’m a bit (!) reserved, but hell, I’m just going to type it. Towards the end, when Damian is singing, he starts singing oh! oh! oh! repeatedly. It sounds like short, repeated cries of sexual pleasure. OMG its so fucking hot. (There, I said it! I’m so red in the face right now.)
Ahem.
A couple of months previously, I brought my very recently purchased OK Go cds over to Bill’s house for us to listen to and quietly discuss. This was before the Chicago Metro gig.
We got through “Ok Go” and “Blue.” I thought it would be fun to listen to their first full length CD from around 10 years ago and their album just released in January. I wanted Bill to hear the broad musical talent and influences that OK Go made their own. Bill is great to listen to music with when you have the time to have a relaxing evening. He likes OK Go now and he was telling me about which musicians that the various songs where influenced by. I don’t know a lot about music at all and sometimes doubt my taste. I think I need to have it confirmed by someone like Bill or another friend Paul K. My love of OK Go’s music was fully confirmed, as if I really needed confirmation in the first place.
We got to IWYSBICB. Like I mentioned, this was before the Chicago Metro gig, so I didn’t have the “underwater” experience, but I definitely had the other, previously mentioned, idea, in mind.
And here I was listening to it with a man that I consider my brother. More than a brother, if not a kindred spirit.
Ew.
Uncomfortable.
Like incest or something.
So here Bill and I were in the car, and IWYSBICB starts and I remember what I was thinking and feeling back at Bill's house when we listened to it for the first time. Being close friends and confidants and a sibling like tendency to mess with each other, I told him about what I thought. (Paraphrased but this is the gist.)
"So, yeah, when I listened to this song with you at your house, I got uncomfortable because of, uh, the end" - A
"What about the end?" - B
"Um. The. Um. Ohs that Damian is singing." - A
"What? The orgasm noises?" - B
>blush< "Uhm, well, yeah!" - A (I said I was reserved, hence the ums and uhs.)
"You've got quite the imagination. We've seen worse stuff on South Park!" - B (side note, I watch South Park with Bill in part so his wife and my friend Jen does not have to.)
"What? Come on, its, you know, direct." - A
"What? Come on, that's nothing!" - B
"Well, but, well, he's, you know, easy on the eyes." - A
"He does nothing for me." - B
"Well, of course not." - A
"But for you, eh?" - B
"Well, yeah!" - A
So is Bill taking the piss or genuinely not getting how intense I find the song? I'm going for mostly taking the piss but a little bit of the clueless.
"Oh," - B
A moment of quiet. I decide to mess with him back.
I burst out, "Okay, look! I'd use Damian as a stripper pole, alright?!?"
Silence. Nothing. No snort, snerk, chuckle, burst of air.
I continue, "What?! He's skinny!"
Bill lost it. Absolutely lost it, he was laughing so hard. Success! I completely grossed him out and made him laugh!
All this writing here just so I could have lots of context when I typed the phrase, "I'd use Damian as a stripper pole." Okay, not really (well, sort of), but it turned into an essay on my friendship with Bill, which I cut 90% of for use in another journal entry. Apparently I have something to write about there.
=D
Here's my little bity RGM. But, look! A zombie rubber duck! (Hey, I embedded it correctly, woot!
I was the only entry for this gig.
I waited patiently for someone from Team OK Go to contact me about my entry. (Team OK Go is what I call Paracadute with my friends, it's easier than explaining the name all the time.) I know the duration was very short, but, hey, only entry! When I didn’t hear anything by the Tuesday before the concert, I decided to go ahead and buy the lawn tickets.
The lawn tickets sold out that day. There were pavilion seats, but they started at $30 a pop and quickly went up from there.
Did I say I was patiently waiting for a reply? Now it was impatiently, as I waited too long to get the tickets and now the entry was my only chance to get it. I sent an email to the webmaster Wednesday night. No response.
On Friday night, I emailed, Facebooked, and Twittered all over the place to Team OK Go with the simple inquiry - Uh, hey, is my RGM worthy of a lawn ticket or two? Hm, I believe I’m the only entry.
I got the email from Pete on Saturday morning saying that I won the tickets and that they would be at the will call booth. I excitedly called my friend Bill to see if he was in. (Why not my hubby Randy? Briefly, he has a bad leg and can’t stand for long periods, plus he knows that I would have a better time with Bill than with him at a outdoor rock concert.)
Bill was in.
I just tried to describe my relationship with Bill, but that turned into another (someday posted) journal entry. I’ll just say that we, along with the other people in our group of college friends, have been friends for some fifteen years, and been though a lot with and for each other. He’s one of my two best guy friends. (Yes, Michael, my other best guy friend is you.)
Bill is all for spontaneous events, as long as he has at least an hour or so to plan the trip and develop about three alternative routes, including commentary of what was near the path we could or would be going, perhaps some ex-girlfriend lived over there and we would pass it. I don’t bloody care, honey.
I love Bill to bits and I know him. I gently grasped his shoulders, looked him in the eye, and told him that I would be hyper and very impatient for the day. Bill then gently grasped my shoulders and told me that he would take the time to plan the route out including finding something to eat. We nodded to each other, in full knowledge that this was the way it was going to be, we understand and love each other, and we would deal with each other accordingly.
Yay, finally in the car! Graciously, Bill suggested we listen to OK Go on the way and that I play the songs we were likely to hear. I popped in “Blue” and started with WTF, TTSP, and then decided to just play the whole thing rather than skip around. I let Bill know what songs the boys were likely going to play.
We got to “I Want You So Bad I Can’t Breathe.” I love this song. I really love this song, mostly for two specific reasons. One, it’s the “Underwater Song.” where Becky had the awesome idea at the Chicago Metro gig (my first OK Go concert!) to scream out “Underwater!” when Damian gets to the pause near the end of the song. I can’t breathe!... pause..Underwater!... song continues. Accordingly, Becky and I screamed it at Jamboree, even though at Maker Faire, Damian demonstrated his ability to not only breathe underwater, but sing as well (Appropriately, he sang IWYSBICB as well as TTSP underwater.) Happy memories for that song!
The second reason is a little more risque than I would normally mention, because I’m a bit (!) reserved, but hell, I’m just going to type it. Towards the end, when Damian is singing, he starts singing oh! oh! oh! repeatedly. It sounds like short, repeated cries of sexual pleasure. OMG its so fucking hot. (There, I said it! I’m so red in the face right now.)
Ahem.
A couple of months previously, I brought my very recently purchased OK Go cds over to Bill’s house for us to listen to and quietly discuss. This was before the Chicago Metro gig.
We got through “Ok Go” and “Blue.” I thought it would be fun to listen to their first full length CD from around 10 years ago and their album just released in January. I wanted Bill to hear the broad musical talent and influences that OK Go made their own. Bill is great to listen to music with when you have the time to have a relaxing evening. He likes OK Go now and he was telling me about which musicians that the various songs where influenced by. I don’t know a lot about music at all and sometimes doubt my taste. I think I need to have it confirmed by someone like Bill or another friend Paul K. My love of OK Go’s music was fully confirmed, as if I really needed confirmation in the first place.
We got to IWYSBICB. Like I mentioned, this was before the Chicago Metro gig, so I didn’t have the “underwater” experience, but I definitely had the other, previously mentioned, idea, in mind.
And here I was listening to it with a man that I consider my brother. More than a brother, if not a kindred spirit.
Ew.
Uncomfortable.
Like incest or something.
So here Bill and I were in the car, and IWYSBICB starts and I remember what I was thinking and feeling back at Bill's house when we listened to it for the first time. Being close friends and confidants and a sibling like tendency to mess with each other, I told him about what I thought. (Paraphrased but this is the gist.)
"So, yeah, when I listened to this song with you at your house, I got uncomfortable because of, uh, the end" - A
"What about the end?" - B
"Um. The. Um. Ohs that Damian is singing." - A
"What? The orgasm noises?" - B
>blush< "Uhm, well, yeah!" - A (I said I was reserved, hence the ums and uhs.)
"You've got quite the imagination. We've seen worse stuff on South Park!" - B (side note, I watch South Park with Bill in part so his wife and my friend Jen does not have to.)
"What? Come on, its, you know, direct." - A
"What? Come on, that's nothing!" - B
"Well, but, well, he's, you know, easy on the eyes." - A
"He does nothing for me." - B
"Well, of course not." - A
"But for you, eh?" - B
"Well, yeah!" - A
So is Bill taking the piss or genuinely not getting how intense I find the song? I'm going for mostly taking the piss but a little bit of the clueless.
"Oh," - B
A moment of quiet. I decide to mess with him back.
I burst out, "Okay, look! I'd use Damian as a stripper pole, alright?!?"
Silence. Nothing. No snort, snerk, chuckle, burst of air.
I continue, "What?! He's skinny!"
Bill lost it. Absolutely lost it, he was laughing so hard. Success! I completely grossed him out and made him laugh!
All this writing here just so I could have lots of context when I typed the phrase, "I'd use Damian as a stripper pole." Okay, not really (well, sort of), but it turned into an essay on my friendship with Bill, which I cut 90% of for use in another journal entry. Apparently I have something to write about there.
=D
Here's my little bity RGM. But, look! A zombie rubber duck! (Hey, I embedded it correctly, woot!
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