the" spellbound " entry
Date: 3 June 2004
Climate: Waiting for the solstice
Eating: --
Drinking: gatorade
Feeling: sick, again!
Listening to: Morning Edition from WBEZ and the sound of my nose, blowing.
Watching: --
Reading: that little bill, about the draft, that no one seems to know about (thanks to Mike Stone for the heads up)
Last night Eddie and I saw Spitalfield and the Jealous Sound at this hole of a venue in Detroit called The Shelter. I got hassled because I didn't use the railing which was rather shlacked (spelling?) with a combination of black paint, spit, gum and other germs that I frankly didn't want on my hand...we all know that I have the BEST immune system. Anyway, so the guy who's hassling me about the railing is wearing this ridiculous Chicago tshirt about natural disasters or something, and so I mention (moreso to get him to stop repeating, ad nauseum, "go back, use the railing") that I am from Chicago and he says "where" and I tell him where and then he delves into how I live in the "rich" parts and had like no cred.
Not only was that not very "punk rock" it puzzled me as to why he'd do that/say that...please, make me feel more unwelcome here, please.
Then he made some assinine comment about how I needed to get a bracelet to say I could drink (?) or get a "big black X" on my hand, which doesn't wash off easy which would be "annoying since I am a girl."
I wanted to say, "can it be a big, red, scarlet X? And can it be right on my forehead? Becasue if it can, I want one, please."
It was like English Lit night: Chaucer::Spitalfield, X::Scarlet Letter...anyway, I digress.
The show was great, minus the fact that the median age was about 16 and that this really, really, no really, bad Ben Folds/Rooney rip off band called The Format was there...and the kids actually were more into them than the Jealous Sound, who as we all know, I love to an alarming degree. Yeah, its emo but at least its good. I wanted to yell out Knapsack songs but I remembered how aggravated Craig used to get when someone would yell out "Logan's on the Run" at his old shows...and speaking of Craig, it was a trip to see Spitalfield playing, and with fans! All I see is them playing wiht Craig's band in the freaking Downers Grove basement. When I saw them nearly sell out The Metro last summer was odd enough, but transplanting them to Detroit makes it even more odd. I love them, but the whole night made me nostalgic for those two years I spent in that role...but nostalgia isn't always positive, and seeing Eddie chain smoking (ew) behind me was a reassuring push that things are just as they should be.
I danced and sang along like a fool with the bands and then we left and went back to the hotel aka my home through Nov. 2. We ate at Chili's (the ONLY place open past 10, and sadly, when I asked those charming Shelter staff people of any good vegetarian restaurants they looked at me crazily and mumbled something indiscretionable) and sat on the same side of the booth, and I picked at his fries while he at those damn ribs everyone sings about in those commericals. Thinking a scalding hot shower would help me recover from the show didn't do much: I think the entire night just added to the sickness.
So work today is like a flashback to when i was editor in college--sweatpants (love) hand me down sweatshirt from Mike Stone (definitely Elmhurst) flip flops and a hat (someone said "good luck" to me and I asked why...and he said "for your baseball team advertised on your hat" "Oh..thats actually a skateboarding company," I replied. This is the same man who thought my Joy Division tshirt had something to do with the movie/book The Joy Luck Club. Insane).
Cheney is going to be in Grand Rapids (Amway scary...) tomorrow speaking to Police Officers. Its just comedy around the ACT office right now, preparing for that. I love all the inter office emails about this visit. Then he's on to Chicago for a 1000.00/tix fundraiser dinner for that ass, Jack Ryan (did anyone else hear about how our man Obama was being stalked by a Ryan staffer who wouldn't stop videotaping/following him? Conservatives have no shame).
More planning on these media hits, planning the trip to San Fran...and trying to secure that damn table at Warped Tour, and yet, as if it never ends, more hiring for foot soldiers, and the never ending pursuit of hiring interns and of course, tracking just how many hidden bills and broken promises Bush the II has chalked up to adequately inform the electorate about, without getting sued by more conservatives.
Date: 3 June 2004
Climate: Waiting for the solstice
Eating: --
Drinking: gatorade
Feeling: sick, again!
Listening to: Morning Edition from WBEZ and the sound of my nose, blowing.
Watching: --
Reading: that little bill, about the draft, that no one seems to know about (thanks to Mike Stone for the heads up)
Last night Eddie and I saw Spitalfield and the Jealous Sound at this hole of a venue in Detroit called The Shelter. I got hassled because I didn't use the railing which was rather shlacked (spelling?) with a combination of black paint, spit, gum and other germs that I frankly didn't want on my hand...we all know that I have the BEST immune system. Anyway, so the guy who's hassling me about the railing is wearing this ridiculous Chicago tshirt about natural disasters or something, and so I mention (moreso to get him to stop repeating, ad nauseum, "go back, use the railing") that I am from Chicago and he says "where" and I tell him where and then he delves into how I live in the "rich" parts and had like no cred.
Not only was that not very "punk rock" it puzzled me as to why he'd do that/say that...please, make me feel more unwelcome here, please.
Then he made some assinine comment about how I needed to get a bracelet to say I could drink (?) or get a "big black X" on my hand, which doesn't wash off easy which would be "annoying since I am a girl."
I wanted to say, "can it be a big, red, scarlet X? And can it be right on my forehead? Becasue if it can, I want one, please."
It was like English Lit night: Chaucer::Spitalfield, X::Scarlet Letter...anyway, I digress.
The show was great, minus the fact that the median age was about 16 and that this really, really, no really, bad Ben Folds/Rooney rip off band called The Format was there...and the kids actually were more into them than the Jealous Sound, who as we all know, I love to an alarming degree. Yeah, its emo but at least its good. I wanted to yell out Knapsack songs but I remembered how aggravated Craig used to get when someone would yell out "Logan's on the Run" at his old shows...and speaking of Craig, it was a trip to see Spitalfield playing, and with fans! All I see is them playing wiht Craig's band in the freaking Downers Grove basement. When I saw them nearly sell out The Metro last summer was odd enough, but transplanting them to Detroit makes it even more odd. I love them, but the whole night made me nostalgic for those two years I spent in that role...but nostalgia isn't always positive, and seeing Eddie chain smoking (ew) behind me was a reassuring push that things are just as they should be.
I danced and sang along like a fool with the bands and then we left and went back to the hotel aka my home through Nov. 2. We ate at Chili's (the ONLY place open past 10, and sadly, when I asked those charming Shelter staff people of any good vegetarian restaurants they looked at me crazily and mumbled something indiscretionable) and sat on the same side of the booth, and I picked at his fries while he at those damn ribs everyone sings about in those commericals. Thinking a scalding hot shower would help me recover from the show didn't do much: I think the entire night just added to the sickness.
So work today is like a flashback to when i was editor in college--sweatpants (love) hand me down sweatshirt from Mike Stone (definitely Elmhurst) flip flops and a hat (someone said "good luck" to me and I asked why...and he said "for your baseball team advertised on your hat" "Oh..thats actually a skateboarding company," I replied. This is the same man who thought my Joy Division tshirt had something to do with the movie/book The Joy Luck Club. Insane).
Cheney is going to be in Grand Rapids (Amway scary...) tomorrow speaking to Police Officers. Its just comedy around the ACT office right now, preparing for that. I love all the inter office emails about this visit. Then he's on to Chicago for a 1000.00/tix fundraiser dinner for that ass, Jack Ryan (did anyone else hear about how our man Obama was being stalked by a Ryan staffer who wouldn't stop videotaping/following him? Conservatives have no shame).
More planning on these media hits, planning the trip to San Fran...and trying to secure that damn table at Warped Tour, and yet, as if it never ends, more hiring for foot soldiers, and the never ending pursuit of hiring interns and of course, tracking just how many hidden bills and broken promises Bush the II has chalked up to adequately inform the electorate about, without getting sued by more conservatives.