Sunday, May 25, 2003

S-a-t-u-r-d-a-y night! Not only is it worth it to catch Come Down every time they play near your time zone, but it's even better when you use that as an excuse to take off work! They were frickin' amazing yet again! Another new song added to the live set = another winner all the way. Nicole's new old drum kit sounded phenomenal. Tom's new bass rig is sweet and lowdown. Scott's still a sexy mofo with the guitar mojo, workin' it with the e-bow. And Mark sweetly singing while swinging his red tambourine. goood! Misheard lyric of the night - during "You Are Not A Song" - "I am a cynic, duh..." Actual words: "I am a sitting duck." Right up there with "Excuse me while I kiss this guy."

And to top off the sweetness, I've now got a Come Down tee shirt to add to my Clothesbyshows collection. If the J-Ro phenomena ever wanes, I will start billing myself as "King Clothesbyshows." This lifestyle, the whole wearing shirts bought almost exclusively at rock concerts (except for my "Jesus Christ. Period." shirt I got at the thrift store and the Tokyo shirt my ex-aunt gave me when she returned from a business trip to Japan) is so noticeable, even people who barely know me are aware of it. The other night at work, i was wearing the boss Bubba's Chicken & Waffles shirt that Dawn bought me, and Rebecca was like "What's on the back of that shirt?" So I turned around and explained it to her, and then she said "Ah! I was wondering why you were wearing an American Eagle shirt." No respect, I tell ya.

Went with Charlie and Dawn. Drove into the city and got there about 6:30, and walked around trying to figure out where to eat. Related the classic "I'm not in the mood for burgers" story. We inevitably arrived at the Dojo on St. Mark's...Dawn and I knew we would. Had the Shrimp Yakusoba. It was exactly what I wanted, and I had never had it before. So frickin' delicious. After dinner, we were accosted by some obnoxious banjo-busking hobo-punks -- whom, of course, I actually knew. We then made our way to the Mercury Lounge, where we were greeted by many friends, including
Sergei, Jackie, Sean, Karen, Joe, and several other friendly people whose web-identities are unknown to me.

Left the show early, before Homesick For Space played, just because I am old and was kinda tired of standing around. Dawn had to work early anyway. So no harm, no foul. Said our goodbyes and hit the highway. After dropping Dawn off, Charlie and I stopped at the Millennium Diner to see if Larissa was there. She was, and so just after the food was delivered to our table, she dropped by to say hi, and then told us about the dream she had with me in it. I think the funniest part is that she said that at some point, the kissing just stopped and then I was like a mannequin or something. There was blushing involved. I dunno.

To cap off the night, after parting ways with Charlie and our hours of bullshitting, I came home to type this out and listen to the boss mix cd Dawn made for me. Thank you, Dawn. I love it, I do. I know I'm intimidating to make mixes for, but of the 19 tracks, I only own a few of them, and even the track by the band I am not crazy about on here is good. I'm almost done with the second straight listen. That's an honor few people's mixes get from me.

n.p. Brand New - The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot (a title like that is like my autobiography)

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