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November 22, 2004
Going to the Show
Last night I went out to a rock bar and drank some beer. This is not new. Nor is it funny. It is not worth writing home about (although I would never do it because my mother would be horribly disappointed to know that her son not only drank beer but did it in a bar, the seediest of all seedy places God forgot to strike from this earth during his work week). The thing is I showed up early.
I got all confused, what with the time change a month ago, and I showed up at the Talking Head before any of the bands started. I didn't want to go back home to wait it out, even though it would just take a me a few minutes, and I didn't want to sit in the empty bar. So I did what all guys all by themselves at night in downtown Baltimore do. I found and inhabited the nearest park bench.
There's a boulevard-type street downtown with lots of stone benches sheltered from the street by bushes. They all lie in the shadow of a statue on top of a high pillar. I headed over there and found the area lit well enough to read a book (A Farewell to Arms) and to see the rats scurry away.
I sat down, cracked my book and heard rats all around me. Determined to tough it out, I ignored them to the best of my ability. Then one popped out of the bushes less than a foot from my head.
I jumped up and he ran away. That's when I located the source of the other noise I had been trying to tune out. A crazy guy across the street yelling at the statue atop the pillar. As usual I couldn't tell exactly what he was saying, but it sounded like praise to me.
I decided it was time to go into the Saturday Looks Good to Me show(a band I recommend everyone see, even if they don't like the music, because the female vocalist is hot. Trust me. I know hot when I see it) . The musical quality of the show was not a good as their recordings, but they certainly do a good live show (as does Terror at the Opera).
Afterward in line to get a copy of their newest album I heard a woman saying to Fred (by all reports the mastermind behind the band), "You are really great."
Despite all my greateness strange women do not come up to me and say that.
Well, that's not true. I get it every once in a while when I inure myself in front of a crowd of people.
Wow. That fall looked so real. You're really good at that. Have you considered going pro?
It looked so natural when you hit your head on that. Did you practice that? Hello? Can you hear me?
Posted by calculatoronfire at November 22, 2004 03:54 PM
Comments
You had an audience when you stepped into the elevator shaft?
Posted by: argyle at November 23, 2004 10:12 AM
Yeah. A friend of mine told me to "check it out." I didn't know he meant to just look. I thought he meant to walk in and check it out.
I have the aftermath on video. blood. lots of blood. and a dunkin donuts.
Posted by: brian at November 23, 2004 10:40 AM