Where-Oh-Where?

I was perusing through some older comments and I suddenly realized that I really miss Tracy and her comments here. I don't know what's happened to her. She was a really fun chick to talk to *gigglesnort*. Where the hell is she? Anyone? I tried emailing her a while back, but I think I have the wrong one.

Flash Mobbing

This is something I'd love to take a part in just for the absurdity of it all. I wonder if anyone in Houston has tried organizing one of these yet?

I saw somewhere that Dallas had its first Flash Mobbing very recently. Something about 200 or so people releasing balloons at the same time. Houston can't be that far behind. I mean, if Dallas has done it, that's like throwing down the gauntlet to Houstonians to rise to the challenge and create a bigger and better flash mob. Hmmm... anyone up for it?

It's not a theory

Listen to Barrel Of A Gun by Guster, or just read these lyrics, and tell me what you think it's about... My theory is in the comments...

I know a movie star.
I've got her plastered to my wall.
Just like we're dear old friends
Like she already knows me.
She's as perfect as she seems,
Lifts me right out the mezzanine.
I finally fell in love.
I'd been waiting forever.

Four, three, two, one
When at the barrel of a gun
Keep my head way down.
Stay out, I'll stay in.
Half-dead, half numb
She's enough to make me warm.
It's all so safe and sound.

Lie back and fast asleep
If you could she what I could see.
Drip drop a lovely dream.

Goddamn you movie star.
Can't you just stay a minute more.
We'd be the best of friends.
You could stay here forever.

Four, three, two, one
When at the barrel of a gun
Keep my head way down.
Stay out, I'll stay in.
Half-dead, half numb
She's enough to make me warm.
It's all so safe and sound.

She will be sweet on me
Just like a mystery
It's all so hard to see
If I'm not mistaken
She comes from far away
And gets closer everyday
And all that I can say
She's all I want and all I'll ever live for

Four, three, two, one
When at the barrel of a gun
Keep my head way down.
Stay out, I'll stay in.
Half-dead, half numb
She's enough to make me warm.
It's all so safe and sound.

Exile in Guyville

It occurred to me today that I'm probably one of a few hardcore male Liz Phair fans. Sure, there were guys at the shows this weekend to see her, but none of them showed the enthusiasm that I did. Then, I started wondering why do her songs effect me so. Why do I identify with the themes in her music? It's not like most of her songs are pro-male. In fact, they border on man-bashing. Songs like Fuck and Run don't exactly put the male species in a good light. Any pschyo-therapists wanna put their finger on my enjoyment and identifying with her music?

It really ticks my gnads off when some neanderthal says something like, "Oh, she's so hot. I'd do her." It's fucking not about that you mouth-breather! It's about the message in her music and that chauvanistic attitude is exactly what she's slapping around. That's some good fucking irony for you, eh? She sings about how fucked up men are and it just takes one stupid moronic statement to prove her right.

Her latest album really speaks to me. Maybe it's that deep down I wish someone would say some of those things to me. I wouldn't mind being told that a relationship compared to comfortable pair of underwear, as Liz speaks in Favorite. There's a lot of themes on this album that I am really identifying with at this point in my life. For the life of me, I don't understand why the critics don't like this album.

Ok, I will stop talking about Liz Phair now... I'm sure you're sick of it...

Rocked Me All Weekend

Lord, I'm exhausted, but that pic was worth the trip. 3 shows. 3 cities. 3 nights. I love following a tour and I love Liz Phair. So, you can imagine how much I enjoyed this weekend.

Liz Phair was the opener for Jason Mraz. Who the fuck is Jason Mraz? I still don't know really because I left after Liz's set. Some song... The Remedy... I don't know. I wasn't there for him. In fact, it really seemed like I was one of the only people at any of the shows there for Liz Phair. The audiences were filled will teenaged and colleged aged children. I say children because they made me feel old at 28. Half of the audience was just starting kindergarten when Exile in Guyville was released. It was hard to rock out to Hot White Come with 11 year olds (yes, friggin' 11) right next to me.

I'm sure I got plenty of stares from the crowd though. Mostly, they were stood still during Ms. Phair's sets. I'd look around while she played and see one or two people on the other side of the crowd rocking out like me. You could tell who was at the show to see Liz by looking at their wrist. If they had a 21-and-up-I-can-drink wristband, chances were good they were there for Liz. Though now that I think about it, some of those people were parents of kids their for Jason Mraz. The Liz fans I talked to all were "Who the fuck is Jason Mraz and why is she opening for this fucker?" I don't get the booking there. Perhaps, I should complain to her management or record company. Maybe then, she'd play at more appropriate venues.

Despite all the kiddies, all three shows were wonderful. I was about 5 people back from the stage. I think she might have seen that I was the only one in my area grooving to her songs. It looked like she got a kick out of my rocking - she'd crack a smile when she looked at me. I guess I wasn't too hard to spot in the crowd. After tonight's (Houston) set, some people my age came up to me and expressed how they enjoyed watching me enjoy the show. I'm a freak that way.

I was slightly disappointed that the setlists were virtually the same. But, when it was varied up, she play my favorites. Oh hell, who am I kidding? They're all my fucking favorites. I didn't hear Chopsticks, but she played that the first time I saw her, so that's ok.

She'll playing the Austin City Limits Music Festival in September. Yep, I'll be there.