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[tanaise]

I had steel cut oats for breakfast, and then I had some more, and then I cleaned up the fan in the kitchen cause it was *nasty* and then I traumatized faunboy by making him pick up my cellphone when the caller id read 'sex' and then I stole scrambled eggs from the pan, and then I sat on the porch with the boys and some friends of the girls' and it was all very good.

And there was goofing off during the day, and some walking, and a raspberry milkshake that got warm and nasty, and a long conversation with my ex-co-worker, she of the new baby about all the predictable subjects. She said all the right things, of course, and then I came back here and kicked back and read on the porch for a while.

We walked down to see the concert, but there was an opening band playing--not a bad one either, just with the sound very very bad. So we decided that we'd nip over to the north End, which I haven't actually been too before, and get pastries. So we walk down, and then KB makes me get a spoon so I can have some of his, and while I'm tasting it (mmm, tiramisu, which I told him ages ago I loved--no wonder he made me have some), he told me that when someone (the other friend of his who was along) says, "what do you want," they're saying, "I'm paying," which is a concept I have a lot of problems with--both knowing it and letting other people buy for me. but I told him that, and he agreed, and I told him about my freakout at work with its networking connections and leads, and he smiled at me, and I had another spoonful of tiramisu.

Gin Blossoms, woohoo! I love the gin blossoms. I'm less a fan of concerts, and even less so a fan of outdoor concerts in urban spaces with weird echos, but it was still really good. I sat and watched KB and the house assistant director dance. They're scary, but really beautiful in the way that they don't care about people watching them. They're both middle children--I wonder if that makes a difference. They don't dance like no one is watching, they know they're being watched. They dance, oh so badly, because they feel like dancing and because the spirit moves them and because why not? And I really really envied it, and had we still be sitting there when they played Pieces of the Night, I would have been dancing because I was almost dancing by the time they were playing Hold me Down, and I was dancing while we walked out. There's something liberating about the notion that you may not be the worst dancer, really. and clearly no one would look at me, because they'd be looking at the two of them.

But the boys were hungry, and I'm not really supposed to stay in loud areas too long--my ears are wooshing now because of it, actually--so we headed back. And I luckily didn't end up in a situation where I actually needed to buy anything, despite trying for it, because I had a grand total of a buck, and no card because I didn't trust myself with one. and now I'm back at the house, and oh so stinky, so I think it's time for a shower, and then downstairs to watch other people drink.

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[rnb.livejournal.com]

I seem to recall seeing the Gin Blossoms in 1992 at Northern Illinois University. Is this even possible? I don't currently remember much about the show, though, or even what style of music they play.

[tanaise.livejournal.com]

That would have been about right--it's when their first album is copyrighted from, so you probably heard Alison Road and Hey Jealousy and Pieces of the Night, which is when I wanted to start dancing.

It's alt country, I think, the sort of music that people who grow up in the southwest start playing, like old 97s did and so many others as well. some pieces more alt than others, but overall it's mostly rock, a little country, and a scattering of the other genres. Cajun, for example.