Friday, August 18, 2006

I met a man. He was a good man - An acoustic evening with Frank Black and the Foo Fighters

I have been looking forward to this concert all summer. I'm not sure which part I was more excited about. Frank Black is the front man of my all time favorite band and I loved the Foo Fighters the last time I saw them.

We left work early. I was not going to miss Frank Black like I missed OAR. We ended up getting having time to stop at Starbucks (I'm really digging those Tangerine Fruit Juice Blends...it's like a Tangerine slushy with a hint of tea) and still standing outside the Tower Theater for at least another half hour before they even let us in. We were subjected to works of marketing genius while waiting. There were hot chicks spraying guys with samples of Tag body spray and gay guys handing out shampoo samples. We also saw someone hang a sign that said that WXPN is going to change its format to all alternative. Yay! Alternative music is finally back in Philly.

We got in, swiped free hairspray samples from the bathroom and went to our seats on the loge. The pre-show/intermission and after-show music was the same Johnny Cash CD over and over again. People eventually filtered in closer to the start of the show.

Frank Black came out promptly and started with "Bullet," going right into "Where is My Mind?" without interruption. Loved it! I'm not sure the crowd really recognized a lot of his stuff. They applauded the aforementioned songs along with "Los Angeles" and "Holiday Song," which was the only other Pixies song he played. During the half hour that he played, Frank did not address the audience, other than to say good night. A stark contrast from the times I've seen him with the Pixies.

When the set was over, the guy sitting next to Paul leaned over and asked who he just saw. When Paul told him Frank Black, I gave the guy a look like he was from Mars. He just played cool. "Oh yeah," he said. "That's what I thought." Yeah, right.

Dave Grohl made up for Frank's lack of interaction. He told lots of stories during the Foo Fighters' set. He talked about how he hated that the song "Next Year" was the theme song to the tv show "Ed" and how he hated the show in general. He also talked a lot about "Rockstar Supernova," asking drummer Taylor Hawkins if he'd rather be in Supernova. He talked about the first time he met Frank Black. It was at a festival show in Belgium, which also featured the Ramones. Backstage, there were tables set up for each act based on their size. The Ramones, being a big band with a large crew had a large table and Frank, being a one man show with his guitar had a small table. Dave, Kurt and Krist decided to change the signs on the tables and traded Frank's table for the Ramones table. When they came back to the catering area hours later, 15 guys were gathered around a two seater table that was meant for Frank Black, while Frank sat at a table for 30 by himself. Dave laughed the whole time he told this story.

There seemed to be a lot of moving around downstairs. At one point, Dave threatened to come down and personally usher everyone to their seats. It was then that we learned of long lines at the beer concession stand. A girl in the front row was walking to her seat carrying two beers. "Is one of them for me?" Dave asked. She promptly gave him one of them. He traded and gave her his bottle. He then asked, "Is this that Pennsylvania beer? What's it called, Ukulele?" The crowd corrected him, telling him it was Yuengling. The girl told him she was drinking Miller Lite and he gave the beer back to her, taking his bottle back. He asked her if she drank from the bottle and started calling a roadie to come get it. Then he said he was just joking and took a swig from the bottle. Although, he didn't touch it again for the rest of the show. And when he came back from intermission, he had a different bottle.

He also told the story of how he joined Nirvana and what it was like to live with Kurt before he played "Friend of a Friend." He also talked about how it was a shame that Philly lost its alternative station. You could tell he was struggling with a cold a little. He was barely audible after screaming during some of the songs.

As for the set list, the show has been pretty standard in all the cities that they've been to so far, starting with "Razor" and ending with "Everlong." Just before "Everlong," Dave brought the house down with "Best of You" screaming solo. Most of the stuff is from the lighter disc of "In Your Honor" with some old favorites like "My Hero" and "Times Like These" thrown in. They also played some more obscure stuff like "Skin and Bones." Very cool! They have changed a song here and there in each city. Our "catch of the day" was "Big Me." It was cool.

When we walked out of the show, we saw the tour buses. Figuring it would take us a while to get out of the parking garage, we decided to hang back with a crowd that had formed near the bus. A kid standing behind us made my blood boil. "I didn't like that first act," he said. "I kept waiting for him to say something to us. And his guitar playing was so off." Hey kid, Black Francis does not need to address you. Ok, buddy? And as for the guitar playing, most of what he played was written to be hard and heavy with a full band. That's why it sounded different.

Dave didn't come out, but we got to meet Taylor, which was cool. He seemed pretty friendly. Paul got this picture with his cameral phone.



It's a camera phone, people! Deal!

I'd probably put this show in my top ten all time favorite concerts. It was small and cool. I tend to like the heavier Foo Fighters stuff, but this was flawless. They won me over.

Tuesday, August 8, 2006

Five Questions

Because Jam asked me to do this...

1. Do you believe in love at first sight?

Not in the traditional sense. However, there are certain people in my life that I have a frozen image of in my mind from the first time I saw them. I know this is going to sound kind of weird, but for most of my close friends and people that I have a lot of respect for, I felt a certain kindred vibe from the second I set eyes on them. I could tell you where it was, what time of day and possibly what they were wearing. It's like I knew ahead of time that they'd have some sort of impact on my life.

2. What have you learned about yourself that came as a surprise?

I'm not really as lucky as everyone thinks I am. Sure, I have a great life and a lot to be happy about, but I don't think I got it from luck. I got it from having a strong value for perseverance and foresight, a little bit of intelligence and the ability to just cope. I don't quit things because I get stressed. Sure, I have my meltdowns when I reach a breaking point, but I don't quit. I get through it. I have little respect for people who give up while saying, "Oh my life is so stressful." Fucking pussies! I think I get this from my dad who worked two jobs, raised a family and took care of my disabled mother. See now that guy had stress. But did he quit any of it? No. He knew what he had to do. He never accepted any kind of hand out or help. He worked hard and took care of things. And, if I ever have kids, that's the kind of role model I want to be - one that carries on day to day functions no matter what life hands her.

My best friend also had a pretty shitty life before she passed away. But she lived her life based on one basic word: Cope! I still find myself saying that from time to time to myself and to others. I'm glad she taught me that.

3. What quality do you possess that was a weakness before it became a strength?

This is a no brainer. I am and always have been a total bitch. This has helped my career immensely. I have a job where I get to say "no" a lot and I enjoy that.

I have to tell people that if they don't pay me, I'll be suing them. Then I sit in depositions and face the motherfuckers when they dare to look me in the eye. They squirm like little girls who have to pee. I deal with arrogant men who are stupid and sexist on top of that. This isn't a job for nice, prissy girls.

I never understood the whole "people pleaser" thing. I don't expect anyone to be responsible for anything I need. That's all up to me. So why should I bend over backwards and put myself out just to make you happy? That's not to say that I won't do it if I want to. But leeches don't get very far with me. Sink or swim! Don't pull my head under with you.

4. Are you consciously aware that you are "crossing the line" when you cross it? Think of a situation where you intentionally crossed the line and tell me about it.

I cross the line every day. I think life is boring when you stay in your safety zone. My biggest regrets in life stem from times when I didn't take action rather than the times that I did. I like to pick up sleeping kittens because they're so damn cute. I stir things up. I sometimes make comments that I shouldn't make. But this is because I have to get it out. Sometimes, like the other night, I drink too much and become selfish and self involved.

But I was selfish and self involved long before I drank. So it's not because I'm an alcoholic. I'm just a fucking asshole.

5. How do you express your feelings of anger and hurt?

I guess it all depends on the degree of anger or hurt. I've been known to scream and throw things. I've also become withdrawn and quietly go off by myself or just nap. If it's a really deep hurt, I might write for hours and hours. It all depends.

Repost this as "5 Questions" and learn something a little more meandingful than your friend's favorite color.

Friday, August 4, 2006

The semester wouldn't be complete without this

It's time for my regular end of semester bitching and whining. I know most of you are pretty fucking sick of asking me how I'm doing and hearing me whine and bitch about how I have 50 billion papers to write or some type of group project with at least one time wasting member or a control freak or a flaky whack job (this semester, I think I was actually the slacker though. I guess we all get our turns at being the asshole). So if you're sick of this, just skip ahead...

As I've probably mentioned countless times, I had one regular class twice per week during the first summer session. I failed the first test, which was a major part of my grade. Managed to get the lowest grade in both sections, as a matter of fact! I didn't even try! But I worked my ass off and ended up with a B somehow. It's a bit of a blow to my 3.91 GPA, but I earned that B in every sense and I probably have more pride in that B than any of my A's because I worked really fucking hard for it.

My other class consisted of five Saturday sessions that went from 8:30 am to 5 pm. Most professors dismiss these classes some time around 3 pm, but not mine. In fact, one day he even kept us until about 5:30. For that class, I have had monstrous research and practicum papers to write and it's been pretty tough. As I type this, I am procrastinating writing the last one that I have to do. I know in my head that once I am finished with this paper, I will be able to enjoy what's left of the summer. Yet, it's hard to get the creative and motivational juices flowing. It usually takes a few beers. And before you all look at me like, "I can't believe she has to drink in order to do her homework. She's clearly an alcoholic," I will say this: So?!?!? Hemmingway and Bukowski (among others) wrote brilliant pieces of literature trashed off their asses. This is just a retarded little paper about me and my job.

For those of you who skipped ahead, I am finished bitching about school now.

So tonight I took a little break and went to see Clerks II. I heard that tonight was the last night it was playing in the good theater in town. I could have gone to see it next week in the bad theater, but, well, fuck that.

The first Clerks movie is my all time favorite. Any time I ever had a bad day at work, I would come home and watch it. It just made me feel better. Up until the job I have now, I have mostly hated my jobs. So I have seen this movie many many times.

I was surprised at how good it was. I kind of expected it to suck, actually. I skeptically thought that the original is such a fine piece of art that it really shouldn't be fucked with. But Kevin Smith seems to have the characters in his heart. It was like when you read a really good book and you wonder what would happen to the characters after the book was over, later in their lives. It was a little sappy at the end, but the resolution made so much sense. My only complaint was that it was kind of quiet. There were very few places where there was music going in the background (unlike the first movie). That made it seem a little off to me for some reason. But that's really my only complaint. The acting wasn't great, but that kind of made the movie.

One thing that I thought was odd was that Paul and I were the only people in the theater who stayed for the credits. Kevin Smith's thank you's are a great part of his movies. This one even thanked several thousand myspace fans. But then again, this is Berks county and it's highly probable that most of the people who were in the theater can't read. Of course, the credits roll so fast that you can't really read them all anyway. I will probably add the DVD to my little Kevin Smith collection and read them all then. I also want to catch all of the little gags in the background too. I caught a few, but I'm sure I missed many.

Anyway, don't be afraid to go see it. I liked it and expected not to. I will leave you with that. I need to get some rest so I can finish the paper tomorrow.