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get behind me satan


Last night marked the first night of celebrating Kevin’s impending birthday. (next monday)…

We simply told him not to dally after work and get home – which he did… We told him nothing else. Then we drove him downtown and we parked in the work garage, (which is three blocks away from our destination, and more importantly…. “free”).

By this point he was completely stumped until we started walking and he realized we were either going to the Fox Theatre… or… We were marching directly into the DMZ and had a deathwish.

By using a complicated set up code-speak, gestures, clicks and whistles – Chad and I were able to procure tickets to see The White Stripes right under his nose.

The concert…. for lack of a better adjective…. ROCKED… Literally…

When asked what kind of band they are I always twist my face up and studder momentarily at the simplicity and honesty of the answer:: “They’re a rock-n-roll band”….

Not retro-new-wave… Goth… Metal…. Emo….

Well – I actually think they “are” classified as Indy/Progressive rock – which if you kinda think of it, is pretty silly… Since when did “Rock-n-Roll” become “edgy and alternative”… again….?

Anyway – it was just the duo… I believe they’re brother and sister? (**correction – they’re ex-husband and wife**) – which may explain the creepy tightness to their performance… (they may as well have been playing each-other’s instruments).

Realization:
Chick drummers are Cool….

…… blogs are not.

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killer


sightseeing

Mr. Glass gifted Burnout 3 for Kevin’s birthday which Chad and Kevin spent most of the morning playing while our house-guest and I pecked at our computers and did work-type-things.

Made brunch – followed by the requisite egg-comma and then off downtown early to bop around Laclede’s Landing until the concert.

The Landing was all there was to this city back in the days when beaver pelts were considered currency. It’s since turned into a tourist trappy environment of wax museums, heterosexual meat markets and restaurants. It’s also the home of the best place to catch a band.

Mississippi Nights. A low-slung dark smokey dive where there isn’t a bad seat in the house and a great place to catch acts that are on the “way up”.

The opener was out of NYC called “Ambulance Unlimited” (or Limited) – they were good… so good actually that we picked up their album at the t-shirt stand.

The Killers – well… What’s not to love. They sound like Duran Duran and The Cure had a lovechild…

Their stage presence was a little ho-hum – but they sounded great.

En-route home Glass requested Jack in the Box for the after-the-show dinner. He didn’t have to twist our arm.

As always it was too soon before we had to exchange hugs and send him on his way this morning.

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Mom went back in for the gal bladder surgery so I’m behind. It was pretty screwed up according to the Surgeon and stuck to some adjacent organs. (ewwww).. Nontheless, she did fine – but in a lot of pain so I’ve been camping at the hospital where I can’t connect… Even tried sneaking an ethernet cable into the jack where the registration terminals are – but I can’t seem to get out to the “World” via that…. Not like I’m making excuses or anything for not-not doing something – what am I talking about? (packs up laptop and heads back to Barnes West).
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oh what a world

voice of an angel

The day after Mardi Gras was sedate as expected. The day was left open for chrisglass who had returned to St. Louis the day before but was shacked up in a hotel with his significant-elsewhere enjoying some quality time you can’t quite have when you’re on an air mattress at a friend’s house.

Sadly some things came up back home and Glass had to book out early so our planned evening of him joining us to see “Rufus Wainwright” turned into just us three.

This was our first concert at “The Pageant”, a new theater rehab project in “The University City Loop”. Within spitting distancconcert tickete of Washington University, (the ivy league of the midwest), “The Loop” is your typical bohemian hotspot turned Kentucky Fried Yup. It’s a LOT different now than I remember from college ten years ago – but the hood “has” kept some of it’s original charm. (Street musicians, good used record store, etc).

The venue is great. It’s laid out sort of like an oversized cabaret with cocktail tables and stools. The perfect, “snugly” venue to see a personable act like Wainright.

Rufus was personable and flaming as usual. We saw him a couple of years ago at a tinnier place where we damn near sat on the piano bench with him. Nonetheless – it was as if you’re campy friend from out of town was back and picked up the conversation right where you left off.

The show was great… I do have to confess though, while I “do” like his music – I’ve got about an hour and ten minute threshold and I did find myself starting to fidget by 90 minutes in. The two encores were worth it though – and his closing song, a sneak-peek of a new track he’s dedicated to the folks in SF getting married – was very touching.

Unlike so many concerts I go to these days, I didn’t feel like the old-fart in the crowd. The attendees ranged from emaciated emos to folks in their 50’s.

We left for home humming.. “Men reading fashion magazines…… Oh what a world…..”

Damn – I got that song in my head again! arrrgh.

I can’t blog right now – I have Rufus in my ears.