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Current Mood: sleepy
Last week I had the great pleasure of meeting up with some of my old PeopleSoft consulting buddies which I hadn’t seen in two years. It was great to catch up… my relationship with them… I guess the closest thing I could compare it to would be what I imagine frat brothers to be. These are guys (and girls) that I worked with on the road… where you’d all be away together for weeks at a time, working next to each other every day, staying in the same hotel every night, eating together at every meal and hanging out together because you’re all from out of town and all stuck together. And as it turns out, I was fortunate enough to work with some amazing people. I won’t bore you with all rehashings of our inside jokes, but man it was really good to reminisce. This group I met up with at the Ferry Building the other night… some of us worked in Boulder, Colorado together once. I learned a new term which I must share, and it will make perfect sense to Taylor, Nick, and anyone else who’s ever lived in or been to Boulder… “Trustafarians.” These are the multitudes of rich white college kids in that area that grow dreadlocks and become obsessed with Rastafarian culture. I can’t explain it… it’s like a Reggae version of “Malibu’s Most Wanted” only for real. Someday when I finally get around to chronicling some of my more interesting consulting experiences, you’ll get to read about my time in Boulder.
Friday night Sarah and I went to see George Clinton at the Fillmore. I was way into funk in high school, and for all the bands I saw, I never got around to seeing George Clinton or any of his projects. I wasn’t disappointed. There was a guitarist wearing nothing but a diaper. A male stripper playing the role of Sir Nose D’Voidoffunk. George himself looked like Jim Henson puppet with one foot in the grave. Pretty much what I expected, but as a band, they’re as tight as could be. It was a great show, aside from the mandatory contact high.
The centerpiece of the weekend was of course the Brides of March event. The idea is that everyone dresses up in wedding dresses or wedding-related attire and does sort of pub crawl / scene-causing kind of thing. My participation was Sarah’s idea. I must admit that at first I thought it was ridiculous waste of time, but it ended up being a blast! She put together a dress and veil, and I wore my black suit with white-on-white. Damned if we didn’t actually look like we were really getting hitched! So much so that when we first arrived at the meeting place, we were literally swarmed by several of the dozen or so photographers hanging around the event. With all the filming happening throughout the day, it wasn’t not hard to find us on Flickr and YouTube as early as Sunday morning.
Sarah’s friend Mig was there in a gorilla suit and a wedding dress over it. His friend had an alien puppet bride he was toting around. Tons of men in drag. People dragging cans on a string (just married) and people dragging toy babies by the umbilical cord. Tourists constantly stopping us to ask what the hell we’re doing. We started at a pub on Kearny, walked up to Union Square, then out towards China Town, eventually into Tiffany’s, and then ending at another pub on Geary. Of course we stopped along the way to drink and be merry (er.. marry?). Some of the brides were stopping traffic to roll around in the street, sneak into limousines, pose for photos. I ran into all sorts of random folks there including Dori (the Heathers had started drinking on the train up), Brit (who just happened to be passing by), a neighbor I’d never met (but recognized me), and a few TCB fans.
The thing that struck me about the whole afternoon was how well everyone was getting along. Just a bunch of strangers getting together to do something stupid. But so much good will… I guess there’s a certain code of positivity between social deviants? I’m sure some of you could probably tell me. One of the lovely men in drag seemed to take a liking to me, and wanted to have a few photos with me. He asked Sarah to do the honors. While she did, he whispered in my ear, “You know that thing she can’t do? I can do it.” I know I’d be in trouble if I tried to take on a mistress… but what about a mister?
Oh, and on Sunday I also got to check out the aquarium at Pier 39. I don’t think I’d ever been there… it’s small, but we got a chance to pet baby sharks and bat rays and starfish. And I saw a sea bass the size of a Saint Bernard.
Coming up this Saturday, This Charming Band is back in full force to celebrate St. (Steven) Patrick’s Day at the Blank Club in San Jose! We always have a great time there because of the great crowd that has shown up in the past. This time around, it will be even more special… in addition to the fact that it’s St. Patty’s Day, we have it on good authority that the infamous “Moz Krew” will be coming up from SoCal! If you haven’t experienced a TCB show with the Moz Krew… well don’t miss this opportunity. We’re also expecting our San Jose friends (such as the Coven, the Heathers, the Choir Boys, etc.), our San Francisco friends, and I hear even a couple of my friends from Boston will be in town. We’ve even learned a few new tunes for the occasion. This will be one to remember, kiddies.
So our old friend Peter was able to get me an advanced copy of the soon-to-be-released Modest Mouse album featuring their collaboration with Johnny Marr himself. If you liked their last album (and I really did), then you will not be disappointed here. Some of the songs really bear Johnny’s sound, and tracks like the single “Dashboard” are so Smiths-like in guitar riff, that you get the feeling that Johnny Marr could squeeze out another “This Charming Man” any old time he wanted to. That fucker.