Friday, April 11, 2003
Bringing Dance Back to the Pit
Seriously, the Axis isn't that big unless you are looking for someone.
I got there at 6:45 hoping my partner in crime would be coming at any second. I waited on the left next to that thing with rails where I kept thinking go go dancers should be. It wasn't long till I felt like Amelie. 7:15 and I was full of fear. Surely, he was lost on the T gone to Wonderland where he was having adventures with the White Rabbit and the Cheshire Cat. Or worse, he didn't have enough cash and couldn't make it inside, if only I had waited outside for him. The more crowded it got the more I feared he wouldn't even bother to look for me at all. So, instead of standing by a bunch of rowdy kids I recognized from school, I moved. As I moved from the left side to the right, someone said, "Hey." It wasn't my accomplice but a guy named Nick who I had met off of MakeOutClub a few weeks ago. He bleached his hair and looked rather nice today. Of course, no one said anything about my hair. Sigh. It was black, afterall. So, he asked me if I was there by myself and I told him that I was looking for my friend and his advice, "My experience has been that if you are looking for someone that you are never going to find them, but once the band starts you find everyone. Even people you don't want to find." I decided to chill out but I knew Ian had been kidnapped and was now half-way to Iran by now.
The Sun. What can I say? One song into their set, Ian shows up. The Sun definately knew how to rock out. Imagine the White Stripes on speed. They had a song about our lovely President, it ended with him screaming bastard 42 times into the microphone. They lyrics could have been a little well thought out but I agreed with the statement.
After The Sun finish, Ian drags me up to the front. Actually, no...I just follow. Same thing. We are stuck between two groups of rowdy girls. This way an all-ages show afterall. Ian wanted to start the Hot Hot Heat show off with a headbutt to myside. I just shrugged. I wasn't so into the idea of the Pit of Destruction as he was. The Heat came on at 8:45 and started with Talk to Me, Dance with Me, my favorite song, and then they played Le Le Low (my second favorite). I haven't had that much fun dancing in a long time. Boys are funny to watch dance. He did start his mini pit with some people next to us. I got into the action a little but what can I say? I'm the devil of the dance and I can't sing along and look like Raine Maida, if I'm moshing. I brought dance back to the Pit. I danced so much I thought I was going to fall over with exhausition. Luckily, no ambulances were called. I did get a lot of some mystery girls hair stuck in my mouth. Mmm.
One encore: This Town, do I even need to say that's my third favorite Hot Hot Heat song. The band loves me. <3<3<3 They didn't sing Ian's favorite song. HA!
Side note: nothing like room temperature Ben and Jerry's for breakfast.
¶ 8:55 AM
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Seriously, the Axis isn't that big unless you are looking for someone.
I got there at 6:45 hoping my partner in crime would be coming at any second. I waited on the left next to that thing with rails where I kept thinking go go dancers should be. It wasn't long till I felt like Amelie. 7:15 and I was full of fear. Surely, he was lost on the T gone to Wonderland where he was having adventures with the White Rabbit and the Cheshire Cat. Or worse, he didn't have enough cash and couldn't make it inside, if only I had waited outside for him. The more crowded it got the more I feared he wouldn't even bother to look for me at all. So, instead of standing by a bunch of rowdy kids I recognized from school, I moved. As I moved from the left side to the right, someone said, "Hey." It wasn't my accomplice but a guy named Nick who I had met off of MakeOutClub a few weeks ago. He bleached his hair and looked rather nice today. Of course, no one said anything about my hair. Sigh. It was black, afterall. So, he asked me if I was there by myself and I told him that I was looking for my friend and his advice, "My experience has been that if you are looking for someone that you are never going to find them, but once the band starts you find everyone. Even people you don't want to find." I decided to chill out but I knew Ian had been kidnapped and was now half-way to Iran by now.
The Sun. What can I say? One song into their set, Ian shows up. The Sun definately knew how to rock out. Imagine the White Stripes on speed. They had a song about our lovely President, it ended with him screaming bastard 42 times into the microphone. They lyrics could have been a little well thought out but I agreed with the statement.
After The Sun finish, Ian drags me up to the front. Actually, no...I just follow. Same thing. We are stuck between two groups of rowdy girls. This way an all-ages show afterall. Ian wanted to start the Hot Hot Heat show off with a headbutt to myside. I just shrugged. I wasn't so into the idea of the Pit of Destruction as he was. The Heat came on at 8:45 and started with Talk to Me, Dance with Me, my favorite song, and then they played Le Le Low (my second favorite). I haven't had that much fun dancing in a long time. Boys are funny to watch dance. He did start his mini pit with some people next to us. I got into the action a little but what can I say? I'm the devil of the dance and I can't sing along and look like Raine Maida, if I'm moshing. I brought dance back to the Pit. I danced so much I thought I was going to fall over with exhausition. Luckily, no ambulances were called. I did get a lot of some mystery girls hair stuck in my mouth. Mmm.
One encore: This Town, do I even need to say that's my third favorite Hot Hot Heat song. The band loves me. <3<3<3 They didn't sing Ian's favorite song. HA!
Side note: nothing like room temperature Ben and Jerry's for breakfast.
¶ 8:55 AM
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