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My overabundant twittering of acl fest...
September 16, 2007
You have to read from the bottom to the top, because it's reverse chronological...but that was my acl experience in a nutshell.
drublood Monk ended the day as he began it... By farting in the car. about 1 hour ago from txt
drublood the shuttle at last. Ahhhh... Seatedness. I am so thirsty. about 2 hours ago from txt
drublood In a giant line for the shuttle. Monk was such a great companion today. I am happy. about 2 hours ago from txt
drublood I am totally scared that monk will get lost now. Ha ha. about 2 hours ago from txt
drublood Did i mention how much i love them? about 3 hours ago from txt
drublood I was meant for the stage! Monk doesn't like this one, but i do. about 3 hours ago from txt
drublood He is such a crowd whore! about 3 hours ago from txt
drublood I don't think i have ever heard more unabashed sing alonging. about 3 hours ago from txt
drublood Dracula's daughter... But really... Ha ha. Valencia. about 3 hours ago from txt
drublood God they are so delightfully dorky. about 3 hours ago from txt
drublood Perfect crime about 3 hours ago from txt
drublood It's call and response 101... And the chicks behind me can't hold their cheeb... They are giggling uncontrollably. about 3 hours ago from txt
drublood Oh Yay! Witty banter. about 3 hours ago from txt
drublood He started singing rainbow connection and monk said i don't know this one... 16 military wives. about 3 hours ago from txt
drublood Chris funk is rocking the banjo, Duckers! about 3 hours ago from txt
drublood July july about 3 hours ago from txt
drublood Sporting life. about 3 hours ago from txt
drublood I want to ask monk if he knows what a beautiful love song this is, but i don't want to ruin it for him. Hee. about 3 hours ago from txt
drublood The crane wife one. Weep. I love this one. about 3 hours ago from txt
drublood Oh shit. Monk is arms in the air dude. Dimes laid on your eyes is up. about 4 hours ago from txt
drublood It's decembercise! Colin demands we march in place. about 4 hours ago from txt
drublood Landlord's daughter. about 4 hours ago from txt
drublood I just love it when he acts like a rock star on acoustic. Hee hee. about 4 hours ago from txt
drublood Song two is the island. about 4 hours ago from txt
drublood More mandolin rocking! about 4 hours ago from txt
drublood And much singing along ensues. God i love this band. They are having so much FUN! about 4 hours ago from txt
drublood Monk says oh it's the crane wife three. He is so happy! about 4 hours ago from txt
drublood Phew. He made it back. about 4 hours ago from txt
drublood I can't believe we waited this freaking long and NOW monk decides he has to use the freaking bathroom. about 4 hours ago from txt
drublood Just said to monk of impinging crowd: as long as you can see the screen, i won't have to kick anyone's ass. Ha ha. about 4 hours ago from txt
drublood I never noticed before how much my morning jacket sounds like the flaming lips. about 4 hours ago from txt
drublood Monk is happy where we are for decemberists. No wilco for me. about 5 hours ago from txt
drublood @mellemusic we are back a bit... Should we even try to get closer? about 5 hours ago from txt in reply to mellemusic
drublood Maybe i am a fork, but i think spektor's sweetness is sincere. about 5 hours ago from txt
drublood Now She is playing us, and if monk wasn't here i would totally lose it. I love her. I totally forgot how much. about 5 hours ago from txt
drublood Ok... Now i am feeling all emotional while she plays fidelity. I am joining jason and melle in the acl tear shedding club. about 5 hours ago from txt
drublood Monk thinks she's a little cuckoo and her lips are too red. Ha ha. about 5 hours ago from txt
drublood You know what? Duck amy ducking winehouse. It's so much better to see a real rebel girl having FUN playing music. about 5 hours ago from txt
drublood "Someone next door is fucking to one of my songs." about 5 hours ago from txt
drublood Damn... Regina is playing piano with one hand, percussion with the other... And singing. And monk wonders why people are laughing with delight.
drublood Sorry if i am over tweeting, but the camera work here is superb. Makes it easier to deal with the fact that i can't get anywhere near the stage... about 6 hours ago from txt
drublood Regina is either very happy or very high... Or maybe both. Still too quiet, though. about 6 hours ago from txt
drublood I wish they would crank the sound a bit. Regina sounds great, but quiet. about 6 hours ago from txt
drublood If the woman behind me does not stop popping her ducking gum, i am going to pop HER. about 6 hours ago from txt
drublood No luck on the autograph. I feel like the world's worst mom for not leaving devotchka sooner. Heading to regina spektor. about 6 hours ago from txt
drublood Monk just made the boo boo face when he heard he might not get colin's autograph. I am about to start asking if he can cutsies. about 6 hours ago from txt
drublood We are standing in line with stereotypical nerdy decemberists fans...but they are empowered by the nearness of meloy! about 7 hours ago from txt
drublood Is that a freaking MANDOLIN? He is totally rocking the mandolin! about 7 hours ago from txt
drublood Love the wine bottle as a guitar slide then chugging thing. Wee! What a delightful treat! about 7 hours ago from txt
drublood In my mind, there is nothing sexier than an acoustic guitar being played by a tattooed arm. And i thought it was hot out before! about 8 hours ago from txt
drublood I am loving devotchka. about 8 hours ago from txt
drublood I do believe i shall take a nap right here in the dirt. about 9 hours ago from txt
drublood The national sounds pretty, but the monk is hungry. about 10 hours ago from txt
drublood 2 words: duckin a! about 10 hours ago from txt
drublood I am suddenly wishing i could go back in time and see jesus and mary chain circa 1987 again, and i'm glad i brought ear plugs 4 monk. about 10 hours ago from txt
drublood I am so glad that melle is here with me for this. Yo la is yo lovely. about 10 hours ago from txt
drublood I love how yo la look like they just jumped on to the stage from the audience and started playing. Nothing flashy, just good music. about 10 hours ago from txt
drublood Aw... Tears are in your eyes. Lovely. about 10 hours ago from txt
drublood I left my stupid memory card in my stupid computer. No pictures for me. about 11 hours ago from txt
drublood Inappropriate, my ass! It's HOT and you KNOW IT! about 11 hours ago from txt
drublood Heading over to see yo la TINGo, that band with the furrin sounding name. about 11 hours ago from txt
drublood Melle knows how to get me wet! about 11 hours ago from txt
drublood The kids are insane, the house is a mess, I am feeling socially inept...hahaha. It's time to go to acl fest! about 14 hours ago from web
ACL Fest was a gas!
September 16, 2007
I do believe I overtweeted, so I will spare my twits. My last tweet was "Monk ended our night the way he started it...by farting in the car." Thus the title of this post. Hahaha.
But we had A BLAST. I am so glad I brought Monk along, and so stoked that I got to spend the day with Melle and a little bit with Jason. It would not have been nearly as much fun if I had been by myself with Monk or with anyone who was the slightest bit less enthusiastic about all of the delicious delightfulness that abounded today. Melle and I got to freak out about Yo La Tengo together while Monk melted in the heat (I was so nervous that he wasn't going to make it based on his seeming discomfort in the first hour, but that child is a trooper & he stuck it out to the yummy end! Mostly because he hearts the decemberists so much, but also because he's getting to be such a big boy, and I think he really liked hanging out with mama and listening to music.) Yo La were awesome. I want to see them again for a longer set sometime. It made me squealy-happy that they all looked like they had just stepped on stage from the crowd. No fancy clothes. No pose. Just people having fun making music, you know? That's what I love.
At any rate, we kind of took a long break after Yo La and basked in the sun-behind-the-cloudsishness of the afternoon. Melle spent a great deal of time in front of the misters while Monk and I had our first round of veggie burgers and fries. I doused myself with sunscreen about a thousand times (and it WORKED! Look, ma...no sunburn!) and drank about a hundred gallons of water (it really takes a LOT to keep my hydrated.) but I felt pretty good.
The sun and heat reappeared when Jason arrived. And he went off to get a good spot for DevotchKa while Melle, Monk and I went for ice cream. We ended up standing back a bit for devotchka, but it was still fucking wonderful. The strings. The TUBA(!). The dancing. The banana-shaped shaker! I was tweeting like mad throughout the set. I almost missed the whole thing for tweeting about it. I am pretty sure I overtweeted all day, in fact.
After that, we went to stand in line for decemberists autographs. Monk was psyched, but sadly...due to his mama's unwillingness to leave the devotchka venue at the appropriate time, we missed the cut off. We got to stand in the line with some total decemberistsy-brand nerdy teenagers (monk in 4 years?) and met a guy who collects autographs for a living and said he would try to send me and Monk an autograph of the decemberists that he got awhile back. He seemed to feel really bad that the kids weren't going to get autographed. Melle got some good pics of the band, though. She came running up to me to show me one of colin signing some girl's boob...was about to show it to Monk, and then we both laughed at the inappropriateness of that! hee hee.
I think I am in love with Melle, by the way. She's a sweetie! I love her laugh. Absolutely priceless!
But alas, Melle and I parted ways. She met up with Jason at amos lee (who I guess I need to check out now...as well as The National, who sounded good to me in passing) while Monk and I moseyed over the Regina Spektor. I hate that I really like her, because I know she comes off as really precious...but I do think she is sincere. I don't think her sweetness is a schtick. What I get from her is that she really loves making music and being sillyish and having fun, and she's really glad that she is making a living doing it...and that makes me feel good about being a spectator of her. It was an hour of her delightful voice and her winning ways, and then Monk and I got some more veggie burgers and camped out in front of the Decemberists stage.
I had asked Monk about 152 times if he had to use the bathroom...and when does he decide he has an emergency situation on his hands? No less than 15 minutes before his favorite band goes on. Granted, we weren't all the way in the front, but the lines to the bathroom were long, and I was fighting for our space as it was with aggressive teenyboppers who wanted nothing more than to deprive my baby of his reward for putting up with my music all damn day. As my friend Gar would say...what're ya gonna do? He grabbed his walkie talkie and I stayed to hold down our little fort while he waited in lines that were 15 people long.
I could see him almost the whole time, but then there was this sudden surge forward and I had to hold our spot rather than move forward. I'm sure the girls I had griped at for trying to get in Monk's space were thrilled to be far away from me. Anyway, he couldn't find me for about 5 minutes after he got out of the bathroom, and the walkie talkies were crap and neither of us could hear each other (everyone around me was laughing because I would say "What? I can't understand you?" and Monk would respond "What? I can't understand you?!!!") but finally I saw him. He had his back to me and was about 15 feet away, and everyone else saw me waving at him before he did. And we were reunited after the longest separation of the day. I guess those damn walkie talkies that his dad loaned us actually DID come in handy. haha.
Anyway, gosh it was nice to be next to Monk for that show. He was all excited and arm wavey and grinny and he sang along to all of the songs and hee hee...he was even more thrilled to be there than ME...which says a lot. The Decemberists really rocked the fuck out, man. They were awesome. Once again another band that just looked like they were enjoying the FUCK out of being there and having the privilege to play music for a living, you know? I love that. I think I already mentioned that, though. I enjoyed the experience all the more for it.
After Decemberists, it was hugs all around and well wishes and Monk and I had thought about hearing dylan, but the old man just makes me sad with his barely audible voice. Monk made some comment about how Dylan is much like our old cat, Bela, and I couldn't stop thinking about that. I had told him, in response, that much like Bela...he's had a long and illustrious life and it would be a shame to miss seeing him much as it would be a shame to not appreciate the cat while she's still alive, but damn...both of them have that voice that would drive even the most ardent appreciator away, and I just couldn't hack it. I had to go. Fucking paying our respect, we had a shuttle to catch.
And we did. It was a long walk, but we made it. And we got on the bus and made it all the way home and Monk farted and I rolled down the window and we made comments on how smelly and tired we were and then we settled in for the night and I wrote this and now I think I am going to veg for a bit in my too messy house with my aching feet and my stinky self before I take a nice cold shower and hit the hay.
And tomorrow is another day in which there is not the anticipation of ACL fest in the near future. I wonder what I can anticipate now?
Weeds/flowers/love...Lebowski!
September 11, 2007
The tall grass is gone
from the front yard
waving stalks
green and plain which, twice a year
Blossomed tiny pale-pink flowers
My neighbor called them weeds,
then called the city
who called on me
with a citation to mow them down...or pay a fine.
****
I wonder sometimes if they know your heart
the way I do.
And, conversely, if there are facets of you
that shine brilliant for them
and I have never noticed.
It is this that keeps me from viewing love
as conquest.
Those perfect blooms, unseen.
Love does not conquer...
it abides.
(hahahah...like the dude!)
I have forgotten how to blog.
September 7, 2007
I have had a couple of requests from people who want me to blog more. To be honest...I have forgotten how. Hahaha. It has been so long, and looking back over old posts, I am amazed at how much time I spent on the newsy posts, and aghast about how much I revealed in my personal posts. I do not know if I have the time or the compunction to do either with the same regularity.
What I have been doing is taking care of the kiddos, writing in my journal daily, reading more, responding to angry anonymous neighbors demanding that I mow my lawn, working, attempting to meet people, and spending hours and hours of my time babbling to a good friend who is gracious enough to be a patient and often participatory outlet for my severe case of hypergraphia. So, if you want to blame my non-compunction on something or someone, you can blame my friend Chris - who for all intents and purposes (for better or for worse) has become my blog. The poor dear.
In spite of all the madness, I would like to return to the world of blogging. It's helpful to me to have this outlet and to get some feedback, or at least to know that my words are going out there, regardless of whether or not they are being received. It's just good practice for me.
And I guess the good news is that Chris and I will soon be taking our year+ worth of conversations, arguments, creative collaborations, and silliness and turning them into a webzine. I am looking forward to being able to provide more information about it, but for now I will just say you will either love it or hate it.
Anyway, I am off on a field trip with the kiddos. I hope everyone has a wonderful day!