3.16.98
victim one: jason farrell of bluetip, swiz, sweetbelly freakdown, et al.
victim deux: ted leo, formerly of chisel.
victim three: civ of civ and formerly of the gorilla biscuits.
victim four: strung out singer i think his name is jason. but i am not too certain.
as we can see, i am a band nerd and i always come up with the damn dumbest things to say to people in a band. if our cereal/riot grrrl band ever takes off, i'll have to learn how to not be such a band nerd.
today we will talk about stupid things i have done to people in bands.
the scene: michigan fest, march 1998.
occurrence: during los crudos' set, i accosted poor mr. farrell and stupidly introduced myself to him. all i could talk about was his design talent. "oh, so nice... i like these little shapes here! blah blah! so so nice! ohhhh, so nice!" i found my vocabulary limited to "so" and "nice," along with a few modifiers and nouns thrown in. mr. farrell looked at me as though i was retarded. i tossed him an out of order sticker and hobbled away.
the scene: a show at the halfway inn in ann arbor.
occurrence: he and his girlfriend had played some lovely songs. after they finished, i gave them time to settle down. then i went up to ted and said, "hi! i saw chisel a few times back in the day, and i just had to tell you that i have this pair of pants that i call my 'chisel pants!' they are navy blue and narrow and they rise kinda high off the ground! chisel pants! chisel pants!" ted leo looked at me and smiled a big grin. nonetheless, i still felt stupid for not having a better thing to tell him than my silly chisel pants.
the scene: warped tour in 96.
occurrence: i was sick of being at the all day skatefest, and i slumped in a seat. ooh! looky! it's civ, ten feet away! so i went up to the poor guy and started talking about how much i identified with the GB in high school. he thanked me (and i think he was honestly happy about what i'd said) and asked me what i thought of civ. i hadn't heard much of them, so i felt stupid. the conversation did end on a high note, however: we sat around and talked about tattoos and earth crisis.
the scene: wicked show in summer 96: chisel and the van pelt! strung out and diesel boy too.
occurrence:i went up to the strung out boy and commented on his integrity bowling shirt: "oh, you like integrity?" i asked because i thought it was kind of cool that he, a skatepunk singer, would listen to something different. i was truly impressed. so you can imagine my surprise when he replied, "naw, i just liked the shirt. never heard the band." so then i giggled secretly.