SAT APR 28- THE DISMEMBERMENT PLAN, BEAUTY PILL, OWLS & CROWS (Special reunion show to benefit the Callum Robbins Family Fund) (on sale Mar. 2 at 5pm) $15 mainstage 9:00
one of the reasons i give when someone asks me why i moved to chicago is that dismemberment plan had just broken up and it was okay knowing that if i moved i would no miss a show. WELL, since they are reuniting for callum's cause, i'm not missing it! consider this my pre-28th-bday party in dc because i just bought a plane ticket home for april 27th afternoon - april 29th evening. kids, if you didn't know it, dismemberment plan are one of my all-time favorite bands and the thought that i will be seeing them again in less than 2 months is off the chain!
last night i saw the thermals play to a sold-out all agse show at subterranean and some of it was kind of sort of miserable. seeing hutch play all smiley faced was kind of weird. usually he just seems fucking mad and he seems to believe his lyrics about how fucked up the world is (and it really is), but maybe he's starting to see all the beautiful things that happen when you start selling out shows? kathy is the one who smiles. man, i feel like a codger when it comes to shows and i almost punched a dude at apples in stereo/tullycraft (also sold out at subt) on friday. you read that correctly. after being pushed around one time too many some drunk hipster doofus elbows me in the back trying to get up front. there are no apologies or "excuse me"s. i elbow him back and he turns around.
our dialog went something like this:
hipster doofus: "what the fuck!?"
leigh: (( evil stare )) you just elbowed me in the back.
hipster doofus: it's a fucking show.
leigh: you could have said excuse me or something.
hipster doofus: it's a fucking show.
leigh: (( balling my hand into a fist )) you're at a fucking pop show. just be considerate.
hipster doofus: (( rolls his eyes)) (( turns around and starts shoving his way up to the front again when three girls stop him and, i'm guessing, tell him hell no. ))
he stumbles away from them and up the stairs past a security guard who somehow doesn't notice him. that security guard walks down the stairs to investigate someone maybe trying to underage drink and i tap him and tell him about this dude. he says, "what's he look like?" and i reply, "well, he's the guy nearly falling over because he's so drunk." i tell him that he has short hipster hair and that he's upstairs. maybe 5 minutes later this guy comes back downstairs, this time escorted by a security guard saying he has to find his friend. the security guard asks if he has a cell phone and he says no. another couple minutes go by and this guy is still looking for his friend, stares right at me and our chat occured 15 minutes earlier and he has already completely forgotten what i looked like! sweet sweet justice for jackbags!
i was planning on going up to milwaukee on saturday night to hang out with brandy but now my friend molly told me it was supposed to snow. yarg.