May God's love be with you
So it seems First Avenue has two venues, First Ave itself, which draws all the fancypants names, and the 7th Street Entry, which is a tiny venue converted from an old coatroom and which draws all of the, you know, tiny names. Ok Go played there a few years back. Mara and I went to see The Rosebuds there on Sunday. I decided I wanted to see what the Entry was like, so a month or two ago I looked at all of the upcoming shows at the Entry listed on Ticketmaster, investigated each of the names on Wikipedia, and downloaded whatever songs I could find for each band, which was admittedly not many. And then I figured I'd go see the ones that appealed to me.
That's science, right there.
Anyway The Rosebuds sounded reasonably ok, from the two songs I could find, so I dragged Mara along and we got to the place a half hour before 9, when the show was supposed to start. It didn't actually begin until 10ish, which kind of sucked for waiting. But once The Rosebuds came on, it was all worth it. As it turns out, they're a pretty rockin' band. So it came to pass that when the evening drew to a close, well after midnight, I wandered over to the teeny little end of the bar devoted to merch and hesitantly waited behind some guy who was chatting with the merch guy.
I'd read somewhere that the merch guy was supposed to be amazingly super nice or something, and I wanted to check that action out, so I was a little put off when some other guy popped up out of nowhere and said, "hey, are you waiting to buy something?" I glanced at him in slight confusion and Mara, ever the meeting-the-nice-merch-guy traitor, told him I was in fact waiting to buy a shirt. "Oh, hey, that's cool, what kind of shirt do you want? I can go grab one for you." A little bit reluctantly--I mean who the heck IS this guy?--I point to the shirt I want and tell him the size, and he ducks off to the back and returns with one, and I paid him, and before I can turn to go he's nodding and smiling and patting me on the shoulder and thanking us for coming to the show. I may or may not have looked at him like he was a little loony, smiled politely, and turned to leave.
Just then the last little gears in my brain kind of clicked into place and it hit me. That stupid hat he's wearing--that's the damn lead singer. The lead singer just sold me a shirt and talked to me and I completely blew him off.
Aw hell in a jello mold.
At least it's a good shirt.
That's science, right there.
Anyway The Rosebuds sounded reasonably ok, from the two songs I could find, so I dragged Mara along and we got to the place a half hour before 9, when the show was supposed to start. It didn't actually begin until 10ish, which kind of sucked for waiting. But once The Rosebuds came on, it was all worth it. As it turns out, they're a pretty rockin' band. So it came to pass that when the evening drew to a close, well after midnight, I wandered over to the teeny little end of the bar devoted to merch and hesitantly waited behind some guy who was chatting with the merch guy.
I'd read somewhere that the merch guy was supposed to be amazingly super nice or something, and I wanted to check that action out, so I was a little put off when some other guy popped up out of nowhere and said, "hey, are you waiting to buy something?" I glanced at him in slight confusion and Mara, ever the meeting-the-nice-merch-guy traitor, told him I was in fact waiting to buy a shirt. "Oh, hey, that's cool, what kind of shirt do you want? I can go grab one for you." A little bit reluctantly--I mean who the heck IS this guy?--I point to the shirt I want and tell him the size, and he ducks off to the back and returns with one, and I paid him, and before I can turn to go he's nodding and smiling and patting me on the shoulder and thanking us for coming to the show. I may or may not have looked at him like he was a little loony, smiled politely, and turned to leave.
Just then the last little gears in my brain kind of clicked into place and it hit me. That stupid hat he's wearing--that's the damn lead singer. The lead singer just sold me a shirt and talked to me and I completely blew him off.
Aw hell in a jello mold.
At least it's a good shirt.
posted by Betsi at 9:28 PM
3 Comments:
Betsy Lou, I was just reading your profile again, and noticed in the music section, buried in all those bands I have never heard of, was Cheap Trick. Cheap Trick!! My niece likes real, COOL music. All is well with the world once again. I read about all the bands you go see, and I'm thinking "huh?" and "who the?", stuff like that...but CHEAP TRICK!! YES!!
Dan Bjoraker, your uncle and fellow amatuer cook, have your dad tell you about the banana bread episode(s).
Banana bread episode, huh? I'll have to hear about that one. Is it anything like the peanut butter cookies incident?
(also, if it makes you feel any better, I'm listening to Alice Cooper right now, does that win or lose more music points?)
Alice is cool
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