Okay, look, we did a lot of stuff. But then again, when don't
we do a lot of stuff.
We painted my mother's kitchen. We changed cable modems. Went dancing.
Went dancing some more. Hiked. Got together with friends.
Memorial Day weekend we just got in the car and drove. Wailed down country
roads. Curved by green fields and velts of lupin. Moo-ed for the ghost
cow...moooooooo. Held my hand out the window and airplane flew.
Warm beautiful alive. The summer lies ahead with all its riches. Go.
Oh, and on 5.22.03, we went to see Ghost of the Robot, lead singer James
Marsters. Here's what Karen had to say about it...
Took BART into the city, met Crystal and walked to the Great American
Music Hall. Stood in line, hooked up with Gina, and waited patiently. The
hall is a great venue - intimate without feeling crowded or claustrophobic,
and gorgeous to boot. We got in a little before 8 (doors were supposed
to open at 7:30) and Gina had the brilliant idea to nab seats in the balcony.
We were towards the back on the left side (facing the stage) and the
view was excellent. We people watched, ate fries, and drank cider while
waiting for the music to start. They were late, but we were having such
a good time hanging out, it didn't really matter.
The first band was Calahan, also from LA, and they were pretty good.
Gina pointed out they sounded a lot like the movie version of Josie and
Pussycats, only male. Their language was straight out of Blink 182 though
so we decided those were their influences. :) I really liked their song
Unbreakable and they gave out free cds after the show so we've got a
copy. Coolness.
Then, oh yeah baby, it was time for Ghost of the Robot. The whole band
came on stage, except James, and starting playing. He ran on stage just
at the end of the intro of the first song and I figured out why fangirls
scream. I mean, I'd seen pictures of girls screaming and swooning for Elvis
or the Beatles or hell the Backstreet Boys and I didn't get it. Then James
came on stage and I was right there with them. God that man has charisma,
stage presence, and an extremely lickable body. He can sing,
too. ;) You could tell he was just so happy to be up there. He did
this thing where he'd put his hands on his thighs and pulse his whole body
to the music. He was sooo into it and damn that was hot. He was actually
shy about the incredibly rabid reaction of the fans when he flapped his
tshirt to cool off and that was even hotter.
It took them a couple of songs to get into their groove, but they were
good. I really liked Valerie, Mad Brilliant, and David Letterman.
