.:] WARNING.... [:.

...this is going to be one phatty phat blog. I've a lot of little things running in my head and let's see if I might be able to link them all together. Y'know Tess logic.

Firstly, Liz show. Expect ALOT of Liz lyrics in the next few entries. I'd forgotten that I used to listen to Liz back in the day on XRT. MK just kinda reminded me how universal she is. Shite I should dig back to a lot of old WXRT stuff. I don't listen to the radio that much anymore anyways.

MK has said that enjoying a concert can depend on who ya go with. Yes, much like a road trip, company is key. MK was a given, duh. But Frodo.. That was gravy of the Steak and Shake variety. He scarfed down TWO doubles like I've never seen a man eat. It was weird. He was a wacky DJ too. I'm glad that I was navigator or he woulda drove me up the wall. He was one of those play this track, ok, play this, track , ok, now play this CD ADD types. GBE for introducing Liz to Kitty-girl.

So Pops gets married this weekend. Hedds is coming into town. After much discussion, I'd decided to suck it up and go to the wedding. I've been so caught up with how much this is all affecting me when, to be honest, I don't know how I feel about it. I've jumped on anger and outrage cause, let's be honest folks, I'm good at doing anger and outrage. Its not really how I feel. Its mostly fear and bewilderment. I knew it was coming. Just not this soon. So I'm going to put on my happy-for-you game face on for the wedding. Let's err on the side of mebbe I really want my Pops to be happy because he deserves to be happy like all of us do. So does Aida, his future wife.

So that being said, there is great irony in choosing these lyrics. However, I like 'em and it relates to this concert story:

MK, Frodo, and I were surrounded by the wackiest group of people. Enough wacky people that I will save their stories for another blog. To MK right, there was a middle-aged woman with dark wavy hair and a tailored leather jacket. What I love about Liz fans is that they interact with her like they are great friends. I felt like me at a Beeyatchski show. And this woman was all eye contact with Liz and rocking out. Then this song came on and she flipped out like I guess anyone would do when a band played your favorite song live.

The difference is this: She started to mime out the lyrics. Sewiously. Remember Prince's "I Would Die 4 You" and the hand movements that went along with it ? Then bloody rent it, cause its worth it to *know* this analogy. For example, every "box" mentioned in the song warrant a "square" motion, then "bury" involved pointing to the ground with great force. Now that seems logical but for other parts of the song she mimed almost nonsensical stuff with great passion and drama. I thought I was witnessing a "Children of a Lesser God" moment. This song will never be as depressing as I thought it was b/c I will laugh ma ASS OFF thinking of this woman and the look on MK's face.

Liz Phair - Divorce Song

And when I asked for a separate room
It was late at night
And we been driving since noon
But if I'd known
How that would sound to you
I would have stayed in your bed
For the rest of my life
Just to prove I was right
That it's harder to be friends than lovers
And you shouldn't try to mix the two
Cause if you do it and you're still unhappy
Then you know that the problem is you
And its true that I stole your lighter
And its also true that I lost the map
But when you said that I wasn't worth talking to
I had to take your word on that
But if you'd known
How that would sound to me
You would have taken it back
And boxed it up and buried it in the ground
Boxed it up and buried it in the ground
Boxed it up and buried it in the ground Burned it up and thrown it away

You put in my hands a loaded gun
And then you told me not to fire it
When you did the things you said were up to me
And then accused me of trying to fuck it up

But you've never been a waste of my time
It's never been a drag
So take a deep breath and count back from ten
And maybe you'll be alright

And the license said
You had to stick around until I was dead
But if you're tired of looking at my face I guess I already am

But you've never been a waste of my time
It's never been a drag
So take a deep breath and count back from ten
And maybe you'll be alright