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Re: Re: no more brian.
In a message dated 9/16/99 10:50:20 PM, marquis at icx_net wrote:
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>Remember the last (recent) OtR show you attended?
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>Sad comparison, huh?
I can't count the very last show I saw, since I thought I'd just seen someone
die. Put a damper on my evening.
The show before that, however, was the weekend at Canal Street. What do I
remember about that show?
Opening the car door and leaping onto the street into Lostees' arms.
Walking up to the line as if I owned the place, greeting many, many people,
some I'd never previously met, feeling as if I'd known them forever.
The moment of astonishment when jg pulled out a huge cake container, and
lifted the cover to reveal a mountain of lusciously dark homemade brownies.
The second moment of astonishment when I took my first bite and narrowly
avoided melting into the cracks in the pavement.
bink's kilt.
The almost floating feeling of excitement at the gathering of devoted Lostees
in the front pews, milling about and waiting and chatting and introducing and
getting-to-know.
Having a certain black-clad young blond walk in and knowing who he was even
though we'd never met.
The lights dimming and three interesting-looking folks coming out of the back
room.
The strange feeling of being in a small living room with them.
The banter from the stage, making us all feel at home.
Hootin' and hollerin' at Linford-- at Karin's none-too-subtle instigation--
to get him to do Jack's Valentine again.
"Down here by the stained glass windo--...." And the laughter that followed.
Linford looking for all the world like a giant muppet (Rowf? Dr. Teeth?) as
he prodded Jack into musical tag.
Putting my head back on the dark curve of the church pew and letting the
tears roll down at the new language of Jack's guitar in June.
Coming back the next night and doing it all again.
And waiting nervously in the background, urging bink to bestow a CD on
Linford and listening with held breath as he asked about getting an opening
slot on an OtR gig.
Running around between cars at some ridiculous hour on the streets of Dayton,
looking for all the world like a working-girl (iykwim...aityd) but feeling
like I could fly.
And the one thing I DO remember from the last show was pulling into
Pittsburgh at 6 am and sitting down at the computer to write instead of going
to bed.
So am I disappointed? No. And I was one of the rose-throwers, too, so I have
some basis for comparison. Perhaps it just takes more to disappoint me--
which is a state of mind I believe I shall keep to.
Is it the band? Or is it us? How many people went to the morning-after at
Kaldi's? Is it the band? Or us?
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