Woo, long post
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napoleonherselfWhoo. Apparently I got a bit too into the bopping cheerfully at the concert. Last night I woke up with my left calf muscles all bunched up in a very agonizing way. And it didn't go away for about five minutes -- or rather, it kept going away and then I'd move very slightly and it'd come back. Mmm, pain.
Becky got here about... eh... 3:30ish, I think. We droved off to Downtown Disney (with a stop for Becky to get food on the way), rushed over to the House of Blues to get in line... and... uh... there was no line. Well, there were two guys who said they'd gotten dropped off at 1, but that was it. One of them looked oddly like a younger version of John Linnell. Scary.
We sat out front a while, playing travel Trouble (mmm, pop-o-matic), until another couple of people came rolling up. The man was apparently owner of one of the biggest collections of Weird Al concert bootlegs anywhere. The woman was apparently John Linnell's biggest stalker, EVER. In later conversation it became apparent that she's quit jobs and missed classes and slept in cars to follow him (and Flansy, but she only has eyes for Linnell) across the country, and that she has thousands of pictures of him on her computer at home. SCARY. At one point she even leaned forward and conspiratorilamaly asked Becky and me how attractive we found Linnell. Um, yeah, the man's good-looking, but he's not worth the... bizarre... degree of obsession you're showing, lady. I was amused, though.
The aforementioned couple determined that if you eat at the House of Blues before the concert, you get let in fifteen minutes before everyone else. So they went to eat, and Becky and I did likewise. We each got a salad, ten bucks a pop, and Becky ate about three bites of hers and then said "well, I'm done." I ate most of mine, as I hadn't had three corndogs on the way down. That salad was GOOD. It also got me in early. Aww yeah.
We got front row center. Well, Becky had center, and I was right to the Flansy side of her. Arms on the stage. I drew a snail on the duct tape strip at the edge of the stage. Most of the things written there already were TMBG-related. Good ol' They fans.
We then proceeded to stand at the stage for about an hour. People around us were sitting down, but we didn't. At last the opening band came out -- that band was Common Rotation, The lead singer guy was apparently on a season of Buffy as someone named Warren. Becky was muchly of the fangirl googly-eyed-ness. I almost got stepped on by this fellow -- he came VERY far forward on the stage at one point. That made Becky jealous. During the first song, he literally kept falling over. He'd sing a line, then go THUD to the floor, then scramble back up for his next line. I'm amazed that he was able to do it so many times without getting injured.
I have their album. Signed. They converted me after two songs. Becky's copy has 'to Becky' written on it. She was very excited about this.
So then we waited for half an hour. And then They came out. They opened with Clap Your Hands, which is indeed a very good opener. During... gosh, I forget which song, *possibly* She's Actual Size... but during whichever song it was, they broke for this insane drum thing with Dandrummer. Flans was walking around with his mic, being a voicemail system -- to hear Dan drum this way yell three, to hear him do it another way yell four, up to 13. 10 was Animal.
"To hear the drumming styles of Animal from the Muppets, press or say 10!"
"10!!!!!!!!!"
And Dan went Animal on the drums. It was the coolest drum solo ever.
They also played Spin the Dial, which I don't remember them doing at either of the other two concerts I've been to. Which is why we got TMBG, playing along to a Spanish station. They also did some of that bizarrely misspelled Nelly Furtado song. And Be My Baby off one of the oldies stations. It was hilarious.
They did Man, It's So Loud In Here club-style. Complete with weirdly distorty vocals for a bit. VERY nice way to hear that song, I wonder if there's a recorded version that way floating around.
During Why Does The Sun Shine?, we were informed that everything on the sun is a gas -- even kilns, which can withstand thousands of degrees here on earth. Yes, even kilns -- a gas. Also, the heat and light of the sun are caused by the nuclear reactions between Fullerton, Anaheim and Hollywood.
At one point it looked like Flans was going to let us touch the guitar -- right in front of me, he took it off, twirled it around, lowered it... then lifted it again and put it on again. RARR. Apparently security at some other show recently SHOVED people back when they attempted to take advantage of Flans holding the guitar out to them, though, so maybe he figured he didn't want more people getting roughed up just for attempting to participate in a time-honored TMBG tradition.
During How Can I Sing Like A Girl? Becky utilized Pete as a freak flag. Who's Pete? This is Pete. Pete has been to tons of TMBG concerts, and all over the world on people's vacations, and Becky is one of the two people who thought him up. And guess who got Pete signed? Hmm? Hmm? Take a wild guess! I could've gotten my stub signed, like Becky did, but I figured Pete needed it more.
Becky managed to snag one of Flansy's spent guitar picks. And we both got confetti from the cannon.
Um. There's not really anything else I have scribbled down here on my page-o-hastily-scribbled-notes. Except:
songs played, in no particular order, remembered after the fact so I probably missed a few
Clap Your Hands
Violin
No!
4 of 2
Robot Parade
Man, It's So Loud In Here
Cyclops Rock
On The Drag
Boss of Me
Istanbul (with a VERY cool acoustic intro that had a Dan sitting on the edge of the stage with his legs hanging off into the pit)
Why Does The Sun Shine?
The Guitar
Particle Man
Birdhouse In Your Soul
How Can I Sing Like A Girl?
She's Actual Size
I Palindrome I
Fingertips
Everything Right Is Wrong Again
Drink
Dr. Worm
In The Middle, In The Middle, In The Middle
Older
Nothing off John Henry, which, being as that's my favorite album, kinda disappointed me. But eh.
In summation: best TMBG concert I've been to yet, in my opinion.
Becky got here about... eh... 3:30ish, I think. We droved off to Downtown Disney (with a stop for Becky to get food on the way), rushed over to the House of Blues to get in line... and... uh... there was no line. Well, there were two guys who said they'd gotten dropped off at 1, but that was it. One of them looked oddly like a younger version of John Linnell. Scary.
We sat out front a while, playing travel Trouble (mmm, pop-o-matic), until another couple of people came rolling up. The man was apparently owner of one of the biggest collections of Weird Al concert bootlegs anywhere. The woman was apparently John Linnell's biggest stalker, EVER. In later conversation it became apparent that she's quit jobs and missed classes and slept in cars to follow him (and Flansy, but she only has eyes for Linnell) across the country, and that she has thousands of pictures of him on her computer at home. SCARY. At one point she even leaned forward and conspiratorilamaly asked Becky and me how attractive we found Linnell. Um, yeah, the man's good-looking, but he's not worth the... bizarre... degree of obsession you're showing, lady. I was amused, though.
The aforementioned couple determined that if you eat at the House of Blues before the concert, you get let in fifteen minutes before everyone else. So they went to eat, and Becky and I did likewise. We each got a salad, ten bucks a pop, and Becky ate about three bites of hers and then said "well, I'm done." I ate most of mine, as I hadn't had three corndogs on the way down. That salad was GOOD. It also got me in early. Aww yeah.
We got front row center. Well, Becky had center, and I was right to the Flansy side of her. Arms on the stage. I drew a snail on the duct tape strip at the edge of the stage. Most of the things written there already were TMBG-related. Good ol' They fans.
We then proceeded to stand at the stage for about an hour. People around us were sitting down, but we didn't. At last the opening band came out -- that band was Common Rotation, The lead singer guy was apparently on a season of Buffy as someone named Warren. Becky was muchly of the fangirl googly-eyed-ness. I almost got stepped on by this fellow -- he came VERY far forward on the stage at one point. That made Becky jealous. During the first song, he literally kept falling over. He'd sing a line, then go THUD to the floor, then scramble back up for his next line. I'm amazed that he was able to do it so many times without getting injured.
I have their album. Signed. They converted me after two songs. Becky's copy has 'to Becky' written on it. She was very excited about this.
So then we waited for half an hour. And then They came out. They opened with Clap Your Hands, which is indeed a very good opener. During... gosh, I forget which song, *possibly* She's Actual Size... but during whichever song it was, they broke for this insane drum thing with Dandrummer. Flans was walking around with his mic, being a voicemail system -- to hear Dan drum this way yell three, to hear him do it another way yell four, up to 13. 10 was Animal.
"To hear the drumming styles of Animal from the Muppets, press or say 10!"
"10!!!!!!!!!"
And Dan went Animal on the drums. It was the coolest drum solo ever.
They also played Spin the Dial, which I don't remember them doing at either of the other two concerts I've been to. Which is why we got TMBG, playing along to a Spanish station. They also did some of that bizarrely misspelled Nelly Furtado song. And Be My Baby off one of the oldies stations. It was hilarious.
They did Man, It's So Loud In Here club-style. Complete with weirdly distorty vocals for a bit. VERY nice way to hear that song, I wonder if there's a recorded version that way floating around.
During Why Does The Sun Shine?, we were informed that everything on the sun is a gas -- even kilns, which can withstand thousands of degrees here on earth. Yes, even kilns -- a gas. Also, the heat and light of the sun are caused by the nuclear reactions between Fullerton, Anaheim and Hollywood.
At one point it looked like Flans was going to let us touch the guitar -- right in front of me, he took it off, twirled it around, lowered it... then lifted it again and put it on again. RARR. Apparently security at some other show recently SHOVED people back when they attempted to take advantage of Flans holding the guitar out to them, though, so maybe he figured he didn't want more people getting roughed up just for attempting to participate in a time-honored TMBG tradition.
During How Can I Sing Like A Girl? Becky utilized Pete as a freak flag. Who's Pete? This is Pete. Pete has been to tons of TMBG concerts, and all over the world on people's vacations, and Becky is one of the two people who thought him up. And guess who got Pete signed? Hmm? Hmm? Take a wild guess! I could've gotten my stub signed, like Becky did, but I figured Pete needed it more.
Becky managed to snag one of Flansy's spent guitar picks. And we both got confetti from the cannon.
Um. There's not really anything else I have scribbled down here on my page-o-hastily-scribbled-notes. Except:
songs played, in no particular order, remembered after the fact so I probably missed a few
Clap Your Hands
Violin
No!
4 of 2
Robot Parade
Man, It's So Loud In Here
Cyclops Rock
On The Drag
Boss of Me
Istanbul (with a VERY cool acoustic intro that had a Dan sitting on the edge of the stage with his legs hanging off into the pit)
Why Does The Sun Shine?
The Guitar
Particle Man
Birdhouse In Your Soul
How Can I Sing Like A Girl?
She's Actual Size
I Palindrome I
Fingertips
Everything Right Is Wrong Again
Drink
Dr. Worm
In The Middle, In The Middle, In The Middle
Older
Nothing off John Henry, which, being as that's my favorite album, kinda disappointed me. But eh.
In summation: best TMBG concert I've been to yet, in my opinion.
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Date: 2002-07-28 02:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-07-28 04:19 pm (UTC)Low-quality joke: If your Snail Dust character were to see TMBG live, would she use the duct tape to write, "Ondine was here"?
I know I just posted three separate comments on your journal, but I wanted to express myself. There was something else I wanted to say, but it wasn't too important and I think that four would be excessive.
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Date: 2002-07-28 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-07-28 06:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-07-28 10:33 pm (UTC)Actually, why would there be age restrictions at any TMBG show? I don't seem to recall them having content particularly offensive.
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Date: 2002-07-28 11:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Oh, wait, no it doesn't because I don't live in the U.S. and will never ever be able to see a TMBG concert, ever!
I hate you all
But it's not like I'm bitter.
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Date: 2002-07-29 11:03 am (UTC)Of course, that'd be hideously expensive, but the offer is nonetheless open!
Re:
Date: 2002-07-29 02:25 pm (UTC)This will NEVER, EVER work, but I'm an optimist, so I'll try anyawy. I need a three-week notice for school, though.
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Date: 2002-07-29 05:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-07-29 02:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-07-29 05:09 pm (UTC)