Ich will in einem Lücke Geschäft sterben

__2004-09-25 @ 12:22 p.m._______ ya know, I'm not gonna bitch about the Ryan Adams never-ending solo show, because it was my birthday present and I'm a huge fan and I actually liked about half of the show. He did make up about 7 or 8 songs on stage and remembered maybe 3, and that was frustrating- and he definitely was having a better time than anyone else at the Fillmore. One thing I will praise him for is that his voice is not a produced gem on record that can't be matched live- his voice actually sounds much better live, if possible. I think my favorites were "Dear Chicago," and "My Blue Manhattan." Of course, realize this- he played probably close to 50 or 60 songs. So picking out favorites becomes a bit hard to dig out of the self indulgent mess of a half-baked rock show- "Dude, I don't know about you guys but my momma never made brownies like the ones I had last night. My brain's a little shakey from the residual buzz from last night's altered state....ha ha, ya know?" I think I said something like this when I was a freshmen in college or a senior in high school. Still, one of those things where you just sound stupid no matter how old you are or who you say it in front of. Yeah, most of the shit he did that night was beyond self parody- the drinking, drugs, immature/untimely comments, egotistical nature, ect. This is not to say that I dislike Mr. Adams or discredit his recordings because I think that the songs he records transend the persona, but I don't think I'll go out of my way to see him do this shit. In response to my somewhat disappointing experience, after work the next day I walked around the Gap, the Virgin Mega store, and the Puma shoe store, acting like I was shopping, laughing at the ridiculous prices, and making myself feel better about making Jill spend a combined $100 for our concert experience. Fucking Gap store was actually insane- they have some much more cool stuff than the last time I went into the Gap in Illinois. And the Virgin Mega store was pathetic- the store I work for kicks its ass. BTW, Interpol are coming to the mega store for an "album signing," in which they won't play a fucking note- just sit around and shake people's hands and sign their names on Antics or Turn on the Bright Lights or tits or foreheads...like a politician. Fucking stupid. Should I bring a guitar and ask them on the spot to play "Slow Hands"? I'm sure the pricks would laugh at me. I might go actually. I LOVE Interpol...their sooo......awesome.(sorority girl voice) << | >>