it’s no secret that i’m more of an old school music lover. i don’t keep up with too many newer artists (which i know is a shame, and possibly weird) and most of my cd’s (i still use them!) are the likes of James Taylor, Genesis and Hall and Oates (the line to be my best friend is over there). so you can imagine my excitement when i got the opportunity to go see Duran Duran last friday on the opening night of their US tour.
Harper headed to GG’s and Scot and i headed to Comcast Arena to get our Rio on. the Neon Trees opened and were really great and entertaining. we had 10th row tickets, which was amazing. not only did Duran Duran rule, but the droves of drunk ladies re-living their teenage years were highly entertaining to watch. one lady a few rows up from us clearly wanted Simon to notice her and in the midst of her crazy twirly interpretive dance to Come Undone, she fell backwards. she got right up, brushed herself off and continued her flopping around, until her date eventually got sick of her swinging about in the aisle and took her home. hilarious.
they played Girls on Film and Hungry Like the Wolf (two of my favorites), Come Undone (Scot’s favorite), but skipped Rio. this made me a sad panda, but they did mix in a cover of Relax by Frankie Goes to Hollywood so i can’t really complain, since that was awesome. the whole show was great and i highly recommend going if they come to a city near you.
hey, here are the tour dates! (i’m so helpful like that).
also you can follow the hashtag #duransocial on the twitter and see bloggers all over the country chatting about their Duran Duran concert experiences. i’ve seen a couple of opportunities to win tickets there, so check it out!
and you need this in your monday:
if you don’t doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo DOO DOO, i’m not sure about the future of our relationship.
i don’t know about any of you, but a huge majority of my adolescence was spent listening to Seattle bands – nirvana, alice in chains, pearl jam, soundgarden – and wearing flannel. no one can really mock me because everyone else was doing it, too, and living in the area it was unavoidable. besides, why you’d want to avoid such amazingness is beyond me.
this weekend we headed to the Gorge to see Soundgarden (along with Mastadon and Queens of the Stone Age) and seriously, it felt like i was 14 again. we camped, sat in the sun and the show itself was incredible. i’m undoubtedly getting old (as in, i just can’t hang like i used to be able to and i say things that sound sooo mom-like “who’s smoking pot? she shouldn’t be wearing that, she’s going to get her boobies sunburt. but why is it so loud?”) but if Soundgarden gets back together for a tour (1997 was the last time they toured), ends it in Washington and Chris Cornell has grown his hair out again? you bet your sweet bippy (whatever that is) that i’ll be there. we all had a blast.
sorry this post isn’t more articulate or on time. i have serious case of desert camping/hot sun/good friends/Chris Cornell hair-gazing hangover. i wore a target tank, gap jeans shorts and some flip flops. not the best ever SOS but at least i was wearing clothes (“she’s going to catch a cold!”). srsly though, so tired and happy. amazing weekend. hope you guys had a good one, too.
so it’s april now. which means next month is may. which means imma be turning the big 3-0.
which means i should be freaking out but for some reason i’m just not. most likely because i’m too busy making myself a wishlist and living in denial. just kidding, i really am quite excited about being 30. because i like birthdays, i like parties and i like knowing i’m a wee bit smarter than i was a year ago (and a boatload and a half smarter than i was ten years ago)(oh my). i’m not kidding, however, about my wishlist. here are some things i’ve been coveting lately that wouldn’t suck to get on the day i turn really old. i kid, i kid.
in a fantasy world, these would all be mine. in reality i will be surrounded by my best friends, the people i love and adore, possibly cupcakes (god i hope cupcakes) and some good food and adult beverages. all which sounds even better.
but! not for another month or so. i’m going to embrace my last weeks of 29 before i start what i can only imagine will be the decade of my life. 30 is the new 20 and all that jazz.
all words i have to become familiar with now that i am the proud owner of a real live, in the flesh toddler. if i may say so, babies go way too quickly from being fat cute little lumps to mobile munchkins scaring the holy heck out of us. i signed up for a baby. not this little monster who gives me small heart attacks and terrible visions of what could have just happened if she hadn’t caught her footing right by that table.
with summer upon us (some days) and the kiddo wearing shorts and tanks and sandals, the skin to clothing ratio is off, thus creating a lot of opportunity for the aforementioned words to happen. last night she tripped 2 times and scratched her legs right up. it makes me think back on what a HOT MESS of a child i was.
at 10 months i hit my chin on the coffee table, sending my 2 new bottom teeth right through mah tongue (i still have the scar). about a year or so later while my mama and i were shopping at JC Penny, i decided it would be a swell idea whilst playing under the clothes racks, to stick my thumb into one of the metal holes in said rack. guess what happens when you pull your stubby little 2 year old thumb OUT of a jagged metal hole not meant for thumbs? oh yeah, it tries to rip your thumb right off. 7 stitches.
like most kids of the 80′s, i spent the majority of my childhood outside. looking back, i was a tom boy, always riding my bike, playing with the neighbor boys and their micromachines, building tree forts and just plain getting dirty. all of which involved getting hurt. a lot. i was a maniac on my bike and wish i still had the stamina and skillz i used to have (instead i pull muscles getting cereal. getting old is a witch). i think i was 6 when i flipped right over the handle bars and introduced my face to the pavement. i remember sitting up, feeling my front tooth with my tongue and it was bent backwards to the roof of my mouth. trip to the dentist to remove it and i was back on my way.
was anyone else KICK ACE on the bars on the playground? well I WAS. i thought i was a modern day nadia comaneci on those bad boys and i could spin for minutes without breaking a sweat or falling off. except that one time. belly flops onto gravel? not so much the awesome. two bloody lips and my first experience of having the wind knocked out of me (i LITERALLY thought i was dying and my dreams of marrying fred savage and living the life my most recent M.A.S.H session would never play out).
one evening when i was about 8, i went on a bike ride with my friend monica and her dad along a trail by our house (seriously remember when we would just ride bikes? do kids still do this? i hope so). somehow or another, i knicked my knee on the part where the chain goes around (do not ask me how, i still have no clue). it hurt SO bad and i remember trying so hard not to cry because for some reason i was really embarrassed (probably because monica was a year older than me and really cool). i felt the tears coming down my cheeks as i tried to soldier on, but monica’s dad noticed and asked me what was wrong. i told him i got a bug in my eye. luckily my super amazing and very appropriate-for-riding-bikes dress and white tights ensemble told a different story. white tights + blood = probably not a bug in your eye. i had cut the crap out of my knee and had to be taken to urgent care to get stitches.
i never broke a bone as a kid (saved that for my epic car accident when i was 21 – lighting bolt shaped collarbone up in this piece) but i had my share of close calls. i think of all the things in store for Harper and i can only hope she escapes from childhood mildly unscathed. however i’m not an idiot – she’s a KID – and things are going to happen. i just hope i have the wherewithal to get through them gracefully and with out running down the street screaming “A SIDEWALK TRIED TO MURDER MY BABYYYY!”. i really need to work on that, because she is falling, tripping, bonking her head and scratching her knees on the daily it seems. the thing is? she is tough. she rarely cries, sometimes she even laughs (hilarious, you just almost ate concrete,) and she always, always looks to me first to see if she’s hurt. it’s really hard sometimes to say “you’re ok!” when inside i’m not. but i say it, and she toddles off on her merry way, totally unphased.
they played Girls on Film and Hungry Like the Wolf (two of my favorites), Come Undone (Scot’s favorite), but skipped Rio. this made me a sad panda, but they did mix in a cover of Relax by Frankie Goes to Hollywood so i can’t really complain, since that was awesome. the whole show was great and i highly recommend going if they come to a city near you.
hey, here are the tour dates! (i’m so helpful like that).
