New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Sunday, May 09, 2004

SQUAW BUST!!! Photo included below...

So I practically slept 12 hours today. TWELVE HOURS!!! Probably due to the fact that I was out every night this week (including Sunday) well every night except Thursday that is.

So very tired.

But who really cares yes? Fountains of Wayne at the Roselands. Before I get to that I have to say that as of today Gilly and I have been married for one year and eleven months and we've been together for seven years and eleven months total. Gilly asked me today at dinner if I had had the seven year itch. And I was like, "What do you mean?" And he goes on about body chemistry and wandering eyes, etc...and I said, "So I was supposed to have this itch? I was supposed to fool around? Do I still have time to do it or did I miss my chance?" Tee hee. I guess I missed that memo.

I also failed to mention that last week Gilly suggested that we buy each other new guns for our honeymoon. YES GUNS. Apparently he wants a 45 and thought that I might want the Ruger I moan about when I go to the range. Hmmm, lovely thought but I don't really want a GUN for my anniversary. I'd rather have a new washer or something useful but in reality I can't say that there's anything that I really want or need. He can have his gun though because he really wants it and well he deserves anything he wants for being so lovely and supportive. The gypsy would agree.

Back to Fountains...

I changed into my "Stacy Who?" shirt and met Loki in her office. I was rather jumpy as I am want to be prior to a show when I intend to make my way to the front of the stage and as I said before I really don't like the Roseland because the floor is way to deep. In fact if you're not right at the front, you're better off being way in the back because you can actually see better there than in the middle.

It was lovely and warm and totally felt like summer not spring. We had to make a pit stop because I need to buy earplugs. Yes I wear earplugs to every show. I already have ringing in my ears and have no need to add more damage. The best thing about the Roseland is that it's easy to get to. It's just a short stroll up Broadway.

So we get there post earplug purchase and there's a very small crowd of people stuck in a little barricade quite a distance from the front entrance. We claim a space and I cruise to the front to see if it's really the line. A short chat with the heavily sweating bouncer and I find that indeed we need to wait like the sheep. I also notice the 95.5 truck on the opposite side of the street. UGH!!! This should be a show sponsored by Z100 not the adult popish radio station. Plus looking at the ticket I noticed it was a "Budlight" concert series show. Though I also had seat 7 and it was May 7th...those were signs as well for moi, good signs.

So we wait on line and share a pretzel and discuss boy drama and cute co-workers and apparently the fact that boys worry that Loki is a lesbian because she has "girl" crushes and well is way to confident and sassy to be a regular girl. Regular girls suck. Sassy girls with lovely "racks" as Loki is want to call them are far superior to those waifs that linger in the hallowed halls of 1515. Racks or asses are a rare rare thing in our thin thin hallways.

Saddest thing of all? Loki smokes. Of course Loki doesn't smoke regular cigarettes. She has to smoke the kind that come in a fancy European box and are skinny and brown. I do believe she smokes the clove. I had to ride her about that. SMOKING!!! ICK UGH FOOEY.

There were some odd people on line and a lot of kids with dads in tow. We finally get let into the building and make a beeline for the front of the stage. There's a thin row of people in front of the barricade. So we sidle up there and I start playing with my earplugs adjusting and getting them ready for use. The three kids exactly where I wanted to be start to say something about them and I offer them pairs (I had a large pack)...they comment on how they never wear them even though they are musicians. I tell them that they are crazy and that they should. The chunkyish gay boy comments, "Well Adam never does." And I say, "How do you know he doesn't have the custom made pieces that you can't see in his ears?" Between you and me if he's stupid enough not to wear ear protection then he deserves to be deaf. Also the same group of kids were singing Ben Fold Five songs in three part harmony all night and had no idea who Evan Dando was. Plus they were the first people in the line. I don't know why that's important other than at least they were more pathetic than I the the die hard Fountains of Waynes fan who HAD HAD HAD to be at the front of the stage.

So I played nicey nice and then I start to maneuver where I want to be. Well Loki found the whole thing funny and suggested that I write a piece for popgurls about how to land a prime spot at a show. Sounds like a good idea so I will not go into detail about it here. Rest assured I am a pro.

I got my space and managed to get Loki to sidle up to the barricade as well. The opening act Robbers on Highstreet weren't awful. Very Strokeish/Jetish. And I commented on how Indie boys are just a little too clean these days for my liking. They're all Calvin Klein model types disheveled in a, "I just got out of bed yet my shirt is ironed" kind of way. Which is boring. I always liked my boys to have offer a little bit of a challenge, i.e. a few habits you needed to break to make them extra fine. Ask Gilly about how I talked him into distressed bootcut jeans! :) They played a merciful short set of about 45 minutes.

More distressing former relationship conversation and the old dude reading the NY Times next to me smelled like he was just coming off a beer bender. I was actually getting excited about seeing Evan Dando and I became very verbal with Loki about the fact that he was totally my Indie Dream Man in High School and Freshman year of college. I admitted that he's the one man that I would have gone groupie for. That is until I found out that he deflowered a 16 year old Bijou Philips and sucked face with Courtney Love. I liked my boys a little bit rough but not skanky.

I started rattling off Evan trivia and such and probably just became very annoying. Then he came on. I was irritated that he didn't stand center stage. I had forgotten how lanky he is. Though he does have muscles on his chest and arms and he was wearing his wedding band (big PLUS). His hair was a bit too unstructured for me and he kind of reminded me of a scarecrow. However, his voice is still right on. He sounded perfect. He sang hunched over his guitar with his head down and he actually looked in our direction long enough to see me singing along. Which was not the norm in that crowd. He smiled when he noticed it happening which wasn't nearly enough...Oh Evan, how far you have fallen. I wanted to look at the 14 year olds and say, "Don't you know that this man in a '90's indie icon???" "Don't you know that the song 'Drug Buddy' is about Juliana Hatfield???"..."Don't you know that he's a trust fund baby who dropped out of Skidmore???" Unfortunately for Loki I said it all to her.

There were actually men in the audience screaming that he was a dirty whore. I'll take that as proof that there were a few survivors of the '90s other than us in the crowd.

He dipped way too far into Come On Feel the Lemonheads and not nearly enough into It's a Shame About Ray...he stomped his foot so much that he knocked his Dr. Pepper over. He then punted it across the stage. If I'd have gotten hit the flame would have gone out real quick let me tell you. He brought out two creepy grungie older men who he continually waved, pointed at and generally bossed around. The set ended abruptly when apparently he just decided he had had enough.

Short set and a little waiting for Fountains. I told Loki that she would find Josh the guitar tech cute and that he kind looked like Sideshow Bob, to which she responded, "So you think that Sideshow Bob is my type???" And I responded, "No...he's cute in a goofy different boy kind of way! That's why you'd think he was cute, at least I think he's cute!" When he came out I said to Loki, "Well now you know that these kids haven't seen Fountains of Wayne before because if they had they'd be screaming 'Josh' a lot because that's what kids tend to do."

There was a chorus of frighteningly young girls screaming, "FOUNTAINS OF WAYNE!!!" Apparently they felt that it was an effective way to get them out sooner.

Then I took my jacket off to reveal my "Stacy Who?" shirt. Yesssss, let the games begin.

The band came out Chris said it was good to be back in their home town which made me irritated because the last time I saw them he said that Valley Winter Song was about his home town and well now he was just pandering to the NYC crowd yes? Or maybe I was overthinking it.

The sound was a bit muddy. I actually listened to the about half the show bare eared as a result. The stage was annoying because you had to look right up into the lights and when I took pictures they just totally came out weird. Taking pictures in general was annoying because they never stand still. So now I I have lots of crazy blurry trippy photos. But if you look at them correctly...they're art.

I totally caught Adam staring at my shirt but later Loki said it was all about my chest. He spent two whole songs in an unbroken stare. Do those poor men get bored up there or are mammaries just plain mesmerizing? It was obvious they had all read the shirt. Loki said that having two cute busty gals in the front was probably way too overwhelming. Plus she said that she's convinced that the boys play fast songs to see the girlies bounce. Apparently I've never thought about it.

Lots of eye contact and awkward "what do I do next" glances. They have to have to have to recognize me at this point. I am certain that they do. I give all the boys attention though the stage was so deep I had to jump up and stand on my tippy toes to even see Brian or Stephen. More jiggling I guess.

What do they think of up there??? Is it nesc. to concentrate?

Well you can guess that this was like many of the other shows I've seen over the years. Though I do have a few comments.

The 14 year olds behind us in the skanky short skirts and ugly boots kept hitting us with their balloon animals. At one point I turned around and said, "KNOCK IT OFF" which seemed to frighten them. Then they started hitting Loki and I am not certain if she had the chance to yell at them though she didn't lean back on her heels to crunch their toes and she did some very random backward kicks to hit them in their shins. I am more of an elbow girl to be honest.

The 14 year old boy sluts were screaming, "Stacy's Mom!" They kept screaming it even after the song had been played. They screamed it even more after many other songs had been played. It was all very annoying.

Chris introduced Valley of Winter song as being "about his home town." SO WHICH IS IT??? HUH? NYC or North Hampton? Huh? Huh? Huh?

We were surrounded by Welcome...fans/hanger ons...some of the kids to our right kept screaming, "ADAM!!!"

For some reason a large opening apeared behind us and we weren't crunched. There was an older guy was in the security gulch (devoid of security because apparently it wasn't one of those kinds of crowds)...but this guy was taking like a million photos. It's the first time that I've ever seen him at an NYC show. I totally caught him taking a picture of me while I stood with a smirk on my face staring at Chris during "That Song." I hope that he did t because of my what my shirt said not because of my girth. So he took lots and lots of photos and when he crouched down in front of me I asked, "Who are you shooting for?" and he said, "Them." while pointing at the stage. Yesssssss...hopefully we'll end up in their scrapbooks or even better on their website. Though admittedly I wasn't having a great skin/hair day. ICK. Loki was of course her adorable self.

Chris made mention of the "Letterman Incident" and I moaned "I WAS THERE!" and Loki said, "DON'T BE THAT GIRL!!! DON'T SCREAM THAT!"

At one point during the "sing along" portion of "Sink to the Bottom" I burst out into hysterical giggles because no one was doing it and well it was just damn awkward. The band photographer turned around and grinned at me and well then it became even more awkward in my head.

When they sang, "we can take the long way home through Central Park..." I looked at Loki and said, "To think the first time you heard them play that song was in Central Park..." and she looked at me and said, "I did?" Mind you in my head it's one of the highlights of my Fountains Fandom...I thought it was very cool to hear them sing that line in Central Park.

All in all it was a great show even if the sound was weird and we had to stare up the whole time.

Revelations when we left...

I kept commenting on the "knock kneed bimbos walking like hos" in Times Square. In fact I said it about ten times.

Apparently Loki has a thing for bass players. This she admitted while standing on line in Dwayne Reed buying a Coke. After she checked the expiration date of course. She'd be the first to tell you that Coke needs to be fresh to taste good and thus she avoids drinking it out of fountains at all costs. But anyway, she said that she had spent a large amount of time staring at Adam's "groin". OH MY!!!

We had another discussion about them staring at my chest. Did they even read the shirt???

She also said that for a band that she wasn't familar with, she really really enjoyed the show. AND she told me today that she downloaded everything Fountain of Wayne song she could find on the internet when she got home. BAD BAD LOKI!!!

On the steet we passed a fake Sponge Bob Square Pants character singing...ugh...I can't remember but I think it was an Eric Clapton song and we saw a group of about 15 tourists standing on a curb staring slack jawed at a horse and carriage. Loki commented, "What, haven't they ever seen a horse before?" To which I responded, "Did you see those knock kneed bimbos walking like hos?" Tee hee...

We went into 1515 to gather our stuff and when we got to her floor we heard some noises. We started to creep around the corner afraid of what we might find. When we peeked into the pit by her office we saw a man slouched in a chair watching something on a beta deck. We stifled our giggles and tried to sneak into her office undetected but Loki must have felt guilty because she let out a big, "HELLO THERE!" and proceeded to converse with the hidden man. Mind you it was after 11PM and this guy was watching a movie that the company might buy to release. Basically it was an authorized bootleg.

We go into her office and I demanded that she take about a million photos of me in the shirt or rather my chest in the shirt. I kept stopping her and saying, "Are my nipples straight???" and "I don't want them to be akimbo!" -Loki was like, "Akimbo??? What the hell is that??" on and on I went with "Hold on I need to adjust them." and "Take another one please." At one point we thought we heard the boy in the pit scream, "IT'S FINE!!!" We almost died, because we thought that he was talking about the photo of my chest, but then we heard him continue the conversation and it became apparent that he was on his cell phone. Loki said that someone hearing us discuss my nipples was not going to help to stop people from thinking that she was a lesbian and I said, "Relax...it's not like we're making slurping noises." Over and over I made my request until she refused to take anymore photos.

Why the photos? Well perhaps I'll send one to the Fountains of Wayne webmaster. The pose totally reminds me of the cover of Ween's "Chocolate and Cheese." Well just like it without the bottoms of my boobs hanging out of the shirt and the Ween belt.

In general it was a grand old night in the city.

And without further adue here be the shirt and boobs. Notice how I am throwing signs! So fly! So fresh!




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