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rusty_haloI just had a great time following Common Rotation around to three shows. Wednesday a living room show at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
psubrat's in PA; Thursday a free show in the park in Huntington, Long Island; and Saturday at this neat old cafe in Woodstock, NY.
Woodstock is a really cool town. I guess lots of hippies stayed there and made it their own; it's full of really interesting shops, and tons of vegan food.
Anyway, so we made a road trip of it and stayed overnight, since they weren't playing until 10pm. (But we couldn't find a hotel near Woodstock, so ended up staying an hour away in Poughkeepsie). We drove up Saturday afternoon, dropped our stuff off at the hotel, then headed over to Woodstock. (We inadvertently took the, uh, scenic route, though we only got really lost a bit in Saugerties).
We arrived in Woodstock just as the band was getting there--in fact, we were loudly discussing our skills as stalkers when we glanced over to realize that they were right there. Thenfruitynut ran over to their car, threw something into the back, and then ran away without saying anything. (It was candy that she got for them, but still....)
We went to eat at a nice little deli; I was really impressed that almost every restaurant had vegan and vegetarian options. Then we went into a candy store, which had a ton of cool stuff. I ended up buying a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, because I am, after all, in the grip of a Harry Potter obsession.
Can I just say that these are, without a doubt, the most repulsive things I've ever tasted? (None of the ingredients were explicitly not-vegan, so I was eating them, although I wonder what the "natural and artificial flavors" might mean). First I had a spinach flavored one, which really tasted like spinach. Then spaghetti, which really tasted like spaghetti--garlic and cheese and everything. Then a vomit flavored one, that seriously tasted like vomit! It was repulsive! Then dirt flavored one--again, EWW!! And then to follow up the dirt, a soap flavored one. My god! The box ended up consisting almost entirely of vomit and spaghetti, which were hard to tell apart, so I fed them to10zlaine. I did get a couple of good ones--lemon drop, green apple, tutti-fruitti, toasted marshmallow, cherry, cinammon. But mostly it was stuff like grass, booger, and--the absolute worst--sardine.
Anyway. That grossness (and my weird compulsion to keep eating them) aside, it was a very fun night. We finally got to the cafe, where we met up withchenanceou and jerrymcl89. We sat up in the very front, because we're dorks like that. Well, and we came all the way to Woodstock, so we may as well have a good view, right? There were a few other Common Ro fans, and a lot of older people who'd seen the spoken word thing beforehand. The older people drifted away throughout the night, though, so it ended up being mostly just those of us up front. (Jordan told us afterwards that they were really glad we were there because it would have sucked without us.... awww!)
So first Eric came out alone, barefoot (they explained later that they were barefoot because their footsteps were disturbing the spoken word thing from earlier), and sang "Dancer." He really got into it, too, and was like, jumping around and stuff. It was a great performance. (I said in an entry the other day that I like music that seems to have strong, genuine emotion behind it, so those are the songs I enjoy best. The smart/witty/funny songs are interesting intellectually, but I respond to the ones that display more emotion.) Eric seemed to be putting a lot into his performance that night--"Offstage Lines," which they did later, was absolutely gorgeous, and "Everything Under the Sun" is always pretty. (My god, I'm actually learning song titles!)
So anyway, they played a pretty long set, all very good. It was really fun; they interact so well with the audience, and seemed really relaxed.
Marlaine had asked them at Leslie's on Wednesday if they would play "Fortunate" the next night in Long Island. They didn't, but they all said to her afterwards "Sorry we didn't play 'Fortunate.'" So this night, they did, indeed, close with "Fortunate," for Marlaine. She was so excited. She grabbed the set list after, upon which they had written "Pawn" as the last song, and then written "Fortunate" over it, because they'd remembered to play that for her. Awwwww. Did I mention how cool these guys are? And they all signed the set list for her.
Afterwards they just hung out for a long while--I think we probably stayed there another half hour, chatting, and they were around most of the time. Adam sat at our table and talked, mostly with Ingrid, but we were all just talking, like about high school and stuff. (The guys in the band all went to school together, apparently.) I finally caved and bought their two studio records (I have all the live ones) and got the guys to sign them. Eric gave me this weird look and asked "Why are you buying these again?" and I explained, um, actually, I never owned them before; I just like seeing the band live. Then when I was talking to Adam I told him about the vomit-flavored Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and I think I grossed him out because he left pretty quickly after that! But Joann was the worst; she asked Jordan "So, how are we doing as groupies?" I think we all nearly died of embarrassment, and had to explain to her afterwards that "groupie" has the connotation of someone who has sex with the band. Which we definitely don't!
I didn't really talk; mostly just watched and listened to everyone else. I'm shy already, and awkward socially, and this is an especially awkward social situation because I don't understand the rules for it at all. Like, I think of these guys as sort of friendly acquaintances--we've seen them too many times, and they recognize us, so it's not just a distant fan thing. I feel that it would be rude not to say hi if they're near me, but I don't want to bother them or make them think I want something from them, so I freeze up. There's that fan/"star" power dynamic thing that I don't know how to deal with. (Especially as I don't actually think of them as stars, but I expect that they expect me to think of them as stars, and that they think of themselves as stars in relation to me as a fan....) So anyway, mostly I just hide and let Ingrid talk, because she's the master of this kind of thing. And I don't really have anything to say to them other than "great show," anyway.
So then we drove back to the hotel, listening to Billy Idol (which was annoying because we had a great system of listening to Common Rotation because it's the only thing we all agree on, and Billy Idol is way before my time and most of his stuff is boring, but whatever). Then we hung out and chatted until 3am, although at some point I fell asleep and Ingrid had to drag me to the shower. (Sorry guys). Then we woke up, Tammy left, and the rest of us went back to NY. Very fun trip, overall. :)
Then that night I hung out withjaydk to see "The Bourne Supremacy," which I highly do not recommend to anyone who gets motion sick. We were in the front row, because we got there late, and I had to leave halfway through, go stand in the back, and sort of squint sideways at the screen in order to try to figure out what was going on without actually making myself vomit. It sucked. Don't they teach you in film school how to hold a damn camera without shaking it up and down and sideways every second? I know they're going for "realism" or whatever, but what's the point if you're making people ill? It just comes out looking like a bad home video, anyway. The worst part is that I think it was actually a good movie--I quite liked the ambiguity of the main character and the anti-essentialist idea that you can make choices and change who you are. But it would've been nice if I could've actually watched most of the movie.
Okay, so now, got to go buy luggage, and then pack for Writercon. Oh, and uh, work.
psubrat's in PA; Thursday a free show in the park in Huntington, Long Island; and Saturday at this neat old cafe in Woodstock, NY.Woodstock is a really cool town. I guess lots of hippies stayed there and made it their own; it's full of really interesting shops, and tons of vegan food.
Anyway, so we made a road trip of it and stayed overnight, since they weren't playing until 10pm. (But we couldn't find a hotel near Woodstock, so ended up staying an hour away in Poughkeepsie). We drove up Saturday afternoon, dropped our stuff off at the hotel, then headed over to Woodstock. (We inadvertently took the, uh, scenic route, though we only got really lost a bit in Saugerties).
We arrived in Woodstock just as the band was getting there--in fact, we were loudly discussing our skills as stalkers when we glanced over to realize that they were right there. Then
fruitynut ran over to their car, threw something into the back, and then ran away without saying anything. (It was candy that she got for them, but still....)We went to eat at a nice little deli; I was really impressed that almost every restaurant had vegan and vegetarian options. Then we went into a candy store, which had a ton of cool stuff. I ended up buying a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, because I am, after all, in the grip of a Harry Potter obsession.
Can I just say that these are, without a doubt, the most repulsive things I've ever tasted? (None of the ingredients were explicitly not-vegan, so I was eating them, although I wonder what the "natural and artificial flavors" might mean). First I had a spinach flavored one, which really tasted like spinach. Then spaghetti, which really tasted like spaghetti--garlic and cheese and everything. Then a vomit flavored one, that seriously tasted like vomit! It was repulsive! Then dirt flavored one--again, EWW!! And then to follow up the dirt, a soap flavored one. My god! The box ended up consisting almost entirely of vomit and spaghetti, which were hard to tell apart, so I fed them to
10zlaine. I did get a couple of good ones--lemon drop, green apple, tutti-fruitti, toasted marshmallow, cherry, cinammon. But mostly it was stuff like grass, booger, and--the absolute worst--sardine.Anyway. That grossness (and my weird compulsion to keep eating them) aside, it was a very fun night. We finally got to the cafe, where we met up with
chenanceou and jerrymcl89. We sat up in the very front, because we're dorks like that. Well, and we came all the way to Woodstock, so we may as well have a good view, right? There were a few other Common Ro fans, and a lot of older people who'd seen the spoken word thing beforehand. The older people drifted away throughout the night, though, so it ended up being mostly just those of us up front. (Jordan told us afterwards that they were really glad we were there because it would have sucked without us.... awww!)So first Eric came out alone, barefoot (they explained later that they were barefoot because their footsteps were disturbing the spoken word thing from earlier), and sang "Dancer." He really got into it, too, and was like, jumping around and stuff. It was a great performance. (I said in an entry the other day that I like music that seems to have strong, genuine emotion behind it, so those are the songs I enjoy best. The smart/witty/funny songs are interesting intellectually, but I respond to the ones that display more emotion.) Eric seemed to be putting a lot into his performance that night--"Offstage Lines," which they did later, was absolutely gorgeous, and "Everything Under the Sun" is always pretty. (My god, I'm actually learning song titles!)
So anyway, they played a pretty long set, all very good. It was really fun; they interact so well with the audience, and seemed really relaxed.
Marlaine had asked them at Leslie's on Wednesday if they would play "Fortunate" the next night in Long Island. They didn't, but they all said to her afterwards "Sorry we didn't play 'Fortunate.'" So this night, they did, indeed, close with "Fortunate," for Marlaine. She was so excited. She grabbed the set list after, upon which they had written "Pawn" as the last song, and then written "Fortunate" over it, because they'd remembered to play that for her. Awwwww. Did I mention how cool these guys are? And they all signed the set list for her.
Afterwards they just hung out for a long while--I think we probably stayed there another half hour, chatting, and they were around most of the time. Adam sat at our table and talked, mostly with Ingrid, but we were all just talking, like about high school and stuff. (The guys in the band all went to school together, apparently.) I finally caved and bought their two studio records (I have all the live ones) and got the guys to sign them. Eric gave me this weird look and asked "Why are you buying these again?" and I explained, um, actually, I never owned them before; I just like seeing the band live. Then when I was talking to Adam I told him about the vomit-flavored Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and I think I grossed him out because he left pretty quickly after that! But Joann was the worst; she asked Jordan "So, how are we doing as groupies?" I think we all nearly died of embarrassment, and had to explain to her afterwards that "groupie" has the connotation of someone who has sex with the band. Which we definitely don't!
I didn't really talk; mostly just watched and listened to everyone else. I'm shy already, and awkward socially, and this is an especially awkward social situation because I don't understand the rules for it at all. Like, I think of these guys as sort of friendly acquaintances--we've seen them too many times, and they recognize us, so it's not just a distant fan thing. I feel that it would be rude not to say hi if they're near me, but I don't want to bother them or make them think I want something from them, so I freeze up. There's that fan/"star" power dynamic thing that I don't know how to deal with. (Especially as I don't actually think of them as stars, but I expect that they expect me to think of them as stars, and that they think of themselves as stars in relation to me as a fan....) So anyway, mostly I just hide and let Ingrid talk, because she's the master of this kind of thing. And I don't really have anything to say to them other than "great show," anyway.
So then we drove back to the hotel, listening to Billy Idol (which was annoying because we had a great system of listening to Common Rotation because it's the only thing we all agree on, and Billy Idol is way before my time and most of his stuff is boring, but whatever). Then we hung out and chatted until 3am, although at some point I fell asleep and Ingrid had to drag me to the shower. (Sorry guys). Then we woke up, Tammy left, and the rest of us went back to NY. Very fun trip, overall. :)
Then that night I hung out with
jaydk to see "The Bourne Supremacy," which I highly do not recommend to anyone who gets motion sick. We were in the front row, because we got there late, and I had to leave halfway through, go stand in the back, and sort of squint sideways at the screen in order to try to figure out what was going on without actually making myself vomit. It sucked. Don't they teach you in film school how to hold a damn camera without shaking it up and down and sideways every second? I know they're going for "realism" or whatever, but what's the point if you're making people ill? It just comes out looking like a bad home video, anyway. The worst part is that I think it was actually a good movie--I quite liked the ambiguity of the main character and the anti-essentialist idea that you can make choices and change who you are. But it would've been nice if I could've actually watched most of the movie.Okay, so now, got to go buy luggage, and then pack for Writercon. Oh, and uh, work.
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Date: 2004-07-26 09:46 am (UTC)I'm so glad to hear how much you're enjoying Common Rotation. I agree that it's kind of weird to see a band so many times that you like you're being rude if you don't talk to them but also don't want to intrude on their space. The way I see it is that they're guys and they have egos. At the very worst they're going to think that people like them, even if they don't have time for it.
Re: Bertie Bott's
Yeah, aren't they the worst. I bought a big box of them in Cleveland earlier this year during a stopover on a connecting flight. Hadn't seen them in Canada yet but now we have the small boxes. I'm partial to the grass ones myself. I've also since found up here chocolate dragon eggs (complete with little gummy dragons inside and full description of the four different kinds of dragons). Because it's a British import the chocolate is the best. Mmmmm. Oh and I also found some chocolate frogs. They come wrapped in a foil package and while I haven't eaten one myself (at $6 Canadian I only got one as a gift for someone) but inside it's shaped like a frog and comes with a collectible wizard card. Neat, huh?
I so wish I was coming to Writercon. I wish, I wish, I wish.
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Date: 2004-07-26 01:43 pm (UTC)Yeah, that's true. I wish that they were more talkative; Eric and Adam are both pretty quiet. Jordan is easier to talk to. I keep having the weirdest interactions with Eric: we have a piece of a conversation, in which one of us says something and the other responds, but never a whole conversation. Just awkward silence and/or drifting elsewhere. I've got to get Ingrid to give me lessons in how to spontaneously generate conversation. I just watch her in awe; she can always come up with something and make it sound entertaining.
Oooh, chocolate frogs. Bet they aren't vegan, though, but you never know. But then, also, what's the point of chocolate frogs if they don't leap around like frogs....? (Well, I guess the point is chocolate, but still...)
I wish you were going to Writercon, too! Come to NYC sometime soon. And I'll definitely see you at Dragoncon. :)
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Date: 2004-07-26 09:56 am (UTC)Oh my God, I laughed so hard at that I nearly hurt myself. That should totally be their advertising slogan - Now with MORE vomit and spaghetti! Thank you for the much-needed laugh.
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Date: 2004-07-26 10:34 am (UTC)At "The Harvest" the group of people I was with encountered Danny Strong wandering around looking lost (and drunk) near the lifts, and invited him to the bar - he came along, and Adam Busch and numerous clucking security people somehow got added to the party. Anyway, I didn't feel I had anything to add to the various conversations going on, until Adam mentioned the scene where Warren shoots Willow, and said that his family were hippies, and never had anything to do with guns, but when he picked up the gun, he understood the power they have over people, and I piped up with "Yeah, its a good job I don't have a gun, because I'd definitely end up shooting loads of people"!
Hey, so I was agreeing that guns were bad, right?
A bit of social awkwardness might just have stopped me opening my mouth and sounding like a total psychopath!
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Date: 2004-07-26 01:28 pm (UTC)Or with Adam last night--I finally managed to speak, and it was about vomit flavored jelly beans. And he didn't laugh--he looked creeped out and left. Oops.
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Date: 2004-07-26 01:30 pm (UTC)Bertie Botts
Date: 2004-07-26 10:35 am (UTC)Re: Bertie Botts
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Date: 2004-07-26 01:23 pm (UTC)Chris, the keyboard player for Uranium 235 (the band I used to follow around), was probably the coolest. He'd see you outside the club and, if he recognized you, just run over and be like "Hey!!! How's it going? How've you been? How was the trip here?" and just talk like a normal friendly acquaintance. Probably that's because he was a big silly dork and didn't seem to see himself as a star at all....
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Date: 2004-07-26 12:22 pm (UTC)It's a vicious soikle.
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Date: 2004-07-26 01:17 pm (UTC)It was so good to see you. Can't wait for Vegas!
Have you talked to Jane? She was going to write to you guys about Saturday night....
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Date: 2004-07-26 02:01 pm (UTC)She hasn't emailed me yet; perhaps she's contacted Marlaine?
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Date: 2004-07-26 12:28 pm (UTC)But at least I got to hear about the rest of their week ... and I bought Big Fear, too. :)
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Date: 2004-07-26 01:16 pm (UTC)But I would assume, from that story, that they did indeed play. :)
He was telling us about it the night before, too--we had mentioned that we were considering calling in sick to work and going. He said that it wasn't worth going and if he was us, he wouldn't go, as they were only going to play three songs. So you probably didn't miss too much. Though I always recommend seeing them--they're very fun live.
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Date: 2004-07-26 01:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-26 01:48 pm (UTC)It's funny, I don't think of him as "Adam Busch from 'Buffy'" anymore; I think of him as "Adam from Common Rotation." In fact I sort of forget, and then am surprised, when I remember that he was on "Buffy."
Yes, you should come to a con! Believe me, it's worth it. Cons are so totally fun. :)
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Date: 2004-07-26 12:32 pm (UTC)I wish you would cross post to
See you in Vegas.
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Date: 2004-07-26 01:13 pm (UTC)But hey--see you in Vegas! :)
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Date: 2004-07-26 02:10 pm (UTC)I wonder who they are talking about?
heeheeheehee
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