We Left The House And This Is All I Have To Show For It

On Saturday night, Sean and I went to see The Essex Green playing live in some tiny bar in the Mission, and it was one of those concerts where you're standing about a foot from the band, and you could, quite literally, reach out and touch them if you wanted to. Personally, I did want to, but I made myself behave, because I figured I was already embarassing myself enough with the salivating and the OH MY GOD IT'S THEM THEY'RE LIVE. You remember what happens when I go to concerts, right? If I'm not pretending to faint in order to get closer to Bon Jovi, I'm pinching Gavin Rossdale's bottom. You really can't take me anywhere, I swear.

(Also, I really need to stop telling that story, don't I? You'd think it was, ahem, the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me.)

Anyway, I had all sorts of profound things to say about the show, things that occurred to me as I was standing there, marveling that the songs I'd listened to over and over again on trains in China and buses in Cambodia were now coming to life right in front of me, like my iPod had exploded all over the stage and spilled real people from its shiny little screen, but when I sat down to write this post, I realized that most of the thoughts I'd had then had stemmed directly from the three beers I'd consumed before the show, and were therefore lost forever in some dusty corner of my brain where all deep alcohol-induced thoughts go to die. (This is why I have yet to write my novel. Or engineer a situation wherein I persuade ABC to bring back My So Called Life for a second season, perhaps calling it My So Called Life: The Twentysomething Years, where Angela and Jordan end up living together in a loft in Tribeca and listening to a lot of emo and making their own pasta. I'd watch that, wouldn't you?)

So god only knows what epiphanies I reached on Saturday night, because all I can think to tell you now is that it was an excellent concert, and I sort of have a crush on every member of the band, including the girls, but only the kind where I wish they could be my friends and teach me how to play the keyboard and sing in harmony and wear babydoll dresses with considerable aplomb. There was a song when everyone periodically put down their instruments very quickly to do a series of swift handclaps and then picked them up again and started playing, and sweet cracker sandwich, I'm a sucker for a handclap. Jemima and I even stumbled accidentally into the Essex Green's dressing room before the show, though it wasn't exactly hard to stumble into; we just went up some stairs and there they were. I have to say, they scowled rather more than I thought they would. And yet we didn't hold it against them.

On Sunday, Sean forced me to attend a baseball game with him in Oakland, because he grew up in a town in Connecticut that is forty minutes from Manhattan, and has therefore supported the New York Yankees since he was in utero, and the fact that they were playing in Oakland over the weekend was sort of his version of the Second Coming. He bribed me into coming along with him---neither of us really have any friends yet, you see, and end up spending all our time together, and yes, I'm not sure that's healthy either---and that was fun in the way that we were Doing Things Finally, and also Getting House Of The House, but also not that fun because the women sitting behind me would not shut up. (Also, they were eating salad. Who eats salad at a baseball game?) And even though I like to eavesdrop as much as the next person, these women weren't exactly discussing Plato or anything. Or even Patrick Dempsey. One of them actually said to the other "why does the catcher keep going over to first base?" And then one of their sons leaned over and said "Mom! That's the umpire."

Still, it's not like I'm the baseball expert or anything; most of what I know, in fact, I learned from the Belle & Sebastian song "Piazza, New York Catcher." And so when Mike Piazza came onto the---what the hell is it called? stage? pitch? field? well, you know what I mean---I started cheering vociferously. And Sean was like "SHUT UP, SHUT UP, what are you doing?" and I said "what? It's Piazza, New York Catcher! I thought we supported New York!" But it turns out, Internet, that Mike Piazza doesn't play for New York anymore---he played for the Mets once, in case you care, which I really hope you don't because then we would probably get on like a house on fire in real life---and instead now plays for Oakland, and was thus the enemy. So, you know, that'll teach me to get my sporting information from vaguely under-the-radar Scottish indie singers, won't it? I mean, god. Am I supposed to watch ESPN or something?


My So Called Life: The Twentysomething Years. I would most definitely watch it!

Apr 17, 2007

i would so be into the new my so called life, as long as angela's friend, (cannot remember her name now) still wears those little barrets and colors strands of her hair blue. just for kicks. :)

Apr 17, 2007

There's no way you could have known about Piazza switching over to the Oakland A's! Many years of me waxing eloquent about sports knowledge have been torn down in a single instant when some famous athlete switches teams.

They should have some sense of...I don't know. Loyalty or something. At least to us Pretend Fans.

Apr 17, 2007

And to your credit, the B&S song from which you've gleaned so much of your American sporting knowledge does have a San Francisco setting, I believe.

Apr 17, 2007

I am de-lurking to say that this was perhaps one of my favorite posts what with the baseball and the excellent future TV series idea...

I'm in similar circumstances concerning a Rabid Yankee Fan bf. We are taking a trip to Seattle (for fun) that had to be planned around when the Yankees would be playing there. Setting aside $200 for tickets, he thought he'd get great seats, but it turned out the only available seats were pretty good at $55 a pop. Any normal person would have been delighted with the extra pocket money, but my sweet honey bought TWO PAIRS of tickets. One Friday night game and one Saturday afternoon under the guise of "letting me choose which day I'd rather go."

Yeah. Right.

Anyhow, I totally love your blog!

Apr 17, 2007

I would watch the show! I would watch it religiously. Make it happen!
And, really, who IS to know which baseball player is playing for whom? They switch too much.
I do watch a lot of ESPN, though. My husband...
And, I have come to enjoy it. This is why: 1.Reggie Bush plays for the Saints~he is HOT. You should see the pics they had of him in Esquire. Ive never wanted to buy a sweater more.
2.Lovie Smith is the actual name of the Chicago Bears Coach. Lovie. Initially, I had wanted the other team to win the Super Bowl (I dont even know who WAS the other team, now!) But when I found out that dude's name was Lovie...how can you NOT root for a team whose coach is called LOVIE?
3. Pudge Rodriquez

Apr 17, 2007

'Yeah, I donknow why, I donknow why, I donknow why you STAY!' Yes, I am jealous you got to see The Essex Green live in concert, that much is obvious :).

Sarah Marie
Apr 17, 2007

I adore clapping songs! There must be a website or something that lists all of the songs with clapping, right? Because I can't help but ask myself, What Would Angela Do (WWAD)? Angela would make a mix tape of clapping songs and share it with Rayanne at her locker before skipping 5th period gym class to smoke cigarettes and be painfully bershon while Jordan walks by...

Apr 17, 2007

Can I admit that I will sometimes slow or speed up driving so that I can clap in time with songs... even if played off my iPod? Clapping songs make me smile like a giddy teenaged girl.

Who am I kidding? I'd watch My So-Called Life- The Geriatric Years if it were on. (The friend's name was Rayanne or something like that)

Apr 17, 2007

I have never been to a baseball game or any pro or semi pro game in my life. I know nothing about sports and sports "heros". Thankfully my husband is more of a hiking/rock climbing kind of guy.

Apr 17, 2007

Sean is a Yankee fan? I knew I liked that guy. I'm from Philly, but I have a strange affection for the Yankees and the Rangers.

Sean's mom
Apr 17, 2007

Holly, Holly, Holly,

Please, if it were up to me, Sean would be a Boston Red Sox fan, but, unfortunately, I happen to be married to a Yankee fan, and the mother of two Yankee fans. I figured I had a 50-50 chance of one of them being a Red Sox fan, but no, no, no. I didn't even know that Piazza is now playing for Oakland, so don't feel bad about that.

Apr 17, 2007

Um, I'll be your friend. I promise to never eat salad at a baseball game, but I will have to insist on cheering for Oakland in the spirit of "representin'" or whatever the hell the kids are saying these days.

Also, Sarah Marie, check out this bunch of clapping songs, all complied neatly into one place for you: http://www.sweet-juniper.com/2006/04/sweet-juniper-monday-morning-mix.html

Apr 17, 2007

Ahh, I love a good clapping song. Unless it's B-I-N-G-O. Have never been to a baseball game, but I suspect I would *not* be eating salad there unless they were throwing it throught the stands as they do with the hotdogs. Which makes me imagine little green leaves flying all around the stadium and totally disturbing everyone.

How can one be scowly if one purposely wears a baby-doll dress? How?

Sarah B.
Apr 17, 2007


Oh, this is a sad day.

At least Sean still has his Tweedy-like good looks.

Daily Tragedies
Apr 17, 2007

Ugh! I watched the Yankees-A's match-up Saturday night and finally, finally gave up and turned off the TV at the end of the 12th inning. Naturally, the Yankees won it in the 13th. Jerks.

I really can't say who I was rooting for, but 13 innings is way too many. Eventually I was rooting for the game to be OVER.

Apr 17, 2007

holly, i have awarded you the "thinking blogger award" over here at my blog.

Apr 18, 2007

My So-Called Life! I would totally watch a second season, but they couldn't have Jared Leto on anymore because of the whole band/gold Crocs/bad eye makeup thing he has going on. Which is sad, because remember the episode(s) about the leaning? It really was a sexy lean.

Sarah Marie
Apr 18, 2007

Thanks, Leah! That link is awesome. Especially because it mentions Hall and Oates--a guilty pleasure if there ever was one.

On another note, I am secretly awaiting the next installment of Secret Bachelor Tues/Weds. I caught the last half of the episode and I can't wait to hear the recap!

Apr 18, 2007

I'd be there for a second season of MSCL. But Angela ends up with Brian. You heard it here first.

Remember when Jordan's band "Frozen Embryos" broke up? A few of them formed another band called "Residue". Clever shit, both names.