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Liquor and a dildo?
Dec. 28th, 2003 07:08 pm( Unnecessary background. )
In Perkins last night, I must have said something about this that made Darren ask, "That was your first time?" I said it was. "Oh. So ... no, I'm not going to say it." I smiled and told him he should say it. "It's like you were a Stuart Davis virgin!" he declared. I laughed. I'd sort of thought the same thing myself, only it was more along the lines of a classic![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
setharoo line that invovles the word "deflowered." Same idea.
Yes, I have attended a Stuart Davis concert now. Jenn and Matthew and I arrived an hour early and still couldn't sit in a chair. Some tables were moved so there was some space in front, though, and we sat there. Our feet fell asleep. Jenn and I drank cold things to keep cool. As none other than Stuart Davis point out to us later, it was hot and people were close ... but it was hot and people were close.
At one point he asked us "What's the weirdest thing you got for Christmas?" Someone said a ham. Someone else said a disposable Power Rangers camera. Then Jenn said "My mother got me a dildo." That went over well. And she added, "And some liquor!" Later when she pouted all through the encore, "Psycho Killer," she said that her prize for haivng the weirdest Christmas present should have been that she'd get to request a song. (It would have been THE SKIN CANCER SONG.)
During the little intermission, Jenn and I stood in line to buy CDs and get them signed. As Stuart Davis wrote my name and a bunch of unintelligible things on my new copy of Bell, I ended up explaining how much difficulty I've had in trying to get to his concerts. (I don't think he's ever heard of Grand Rapids, MN ... Oh well.) And I've been listening to that CD quite a bit since then.
I really like this song. He played it last night, after saying that any children in the place should be hidden behind a soundproof barrier ... But of course it had to be the one playing this morning when my mom walked into my room, and of course it had to be at the "Moan, moan mother fucker / beg, beg, you dumb bastard" part. I don't my mom noticed (I hope she didn't!) but I did, and it made me think Forget your kids; I think this is going to be one of those songs I have to be careful about playing around my parents!
In Perkins last night, I must have said something about this that made Darren ask, "That was your first time?" I said it was. "Oh. So ... no, I'm not going to say it." I smiled and told him he should say it. "It's like you were a Stuart Davis virgin!" he declared. I laughed. I'd sort of thought the same thing myself, only it was more along the lines of a classic
setharoo line that invovles the word "deflowered." Same idea.Yes, I have attended a Stuart Davis concert now. Jenn and Matthew and I arrived an hour early and still couldn't sit in a chair. Some tables were moved so there was some space in front, though, and we sat there. Our feet fell asleep. Jenn and I drank cold things to keep cool. As none other than Stuart Davis point out to us later, it was hot and people were close ... but it was hot and people were close.
At one point he asked us "What's the weirdest thing you got for Christmas?" Someone said a ham. Someone else said a disposable Power Rangers camera. Then Jenn said "My mother got me a dildo." That went over well. And she added, "And some liquor!" Later when she pouted all through the encore, "Psycho Killer," she said that her prize for haivng the weirdest Christmas present should have been that she'd get to request a song. (It would have been THE SKIN CANCER SONG.)
During the little intermission, Jenn and I stood in line to buy CDs and get them signed. As Stuart Davis wrote my name and a bunch of unintelligible things on my new copy of Bell, I ended up explaining how much difficulty I've had in trying to get to his concerts. (I don't think he's ever heard of Grand Rapids, MN ... Oh well.) And I've been listening to that CD quite a bit since then.
I really like this song. He played it last night, after saying that any children in the place should be hidden behind a soundproof barrier ... But of course it had to be the one playing this morning when my mom walked into my room, and of course it had to be at the "Moan, moan mother fucker / beg, beg, you dumb bastard" part. I don't my mom noticed (I hope she didn't!) but I did, and it made me think Forget your kids; I think this is going to be one of those songs I have to be careful about playing around my parents!