blue lights all around!

of montreal last night at howlin wolf with a bunch of BR people (karen, jacob, lee, beth, jacque, maanasa, i'm sure the list could go on and on but these are the people i saw).

kevin barnes is better than madonna. even as much as he vogues onstage - even with his cronies rubbing body paint on his mostly naked (save for the gold hotpants) self - the dude can wear harlequin makeup and still look like total rockstar man on the guitar. watching him, i was reminded of britt daniel, the lead singer of spoon, who swung his hips in leather pants at the show at the moon. so much posturing. he looked like a sham sissy rockstar (plus the show was boring). and somehow, i thought last night, he is the opposite of kevin barnes. kevin barnes in a wedding dress, writhing onstage, has rockstar dick ten times the size of britt daniel's.

i really wanted to get drunk and dance at this show, but after j.a.'s modern class (this week's trauma: obliques so sore that it hurts to touch my ribcage; knees bruised, natch; general upper arm and quadricep fatigue) and ian's ballet class, i walked with karen up to howlin wolf thinking, "god, i can't wait to go home and go to sleep." not a good mind state for a show. i brought an almost-empty "flask" (in fact a small bottle) of maker's in with me; the remaining bit of whiskey got me through the icy demons set. convinced i was too tired to rock out, i drank water the rest of the night. but as soon as of montreal took the stage i was compelled to dance anyway.

the crowd was packed in pretty tight in front of the sound booth, so we were all bumping up against each other. this is one of my favorite things about shows, when i'm really into it: it's kind of like a group hug. if i'm dancing in the back, not touching anyone else in the crowd, i feel lonely.

but the guy in front of me turned around and looked at me at one point; i thought maybe i was hitting him with my purse. i'm always paranoid about this at shows. i mean, that's pretty annoying, getting hit repeatedly by an oblivious person's handbag.

a few minutes later, he turned back to me again and displayed his fancy cellphone/PDA, into which he had entered the following message:

if it wasn't so loud in here, i would talk to you. my name is dan.

and he gave me a sort of pouty/don't-you-think-i'm-clever face that i'm sure he thought was endearing.

i leaned towards dan and shouted, "my name is ann."

he nodded. "that's easy to remember."

then i turned around so i was facing away from dan. i looked at lee. "want to pretend to be my boyfriend?"

he laughed and shouted back, "i'll just stand here and look really mean."

unfortunately, he was shouting in the direction of dan. i really hope dan didn't hear him. i didn't want to hurt dan's feelings. but aside from the fact that i do already have a boyfriend: no rhyming names.

Comments

[Sarah]

I wanted to go to that show SO. BADLY.
Glad you had a good time.

[jade]

i think i've met dan at a br show!

[ann]

no way. did he do the type pickup line in phone thing?

[matthew]

i was going to argue the point but we've gone back and forth over the spoon show so many times already i'll just drop it.

i miss going to shows and dancing with people i know. it's so hard to dance when you don't know anyone.