sparky wrote:There is a man in this office who is the double of David Beckham. He has the same kind of jewellery as one of Beckham’s popular iterations. He had the haircut of another of Beckham’s popular iterations. He has just had a new haircut which imitates yet another of Beckham’s popular iterations. His face is similar to an almost remarkable extent. The few times that I have heard his voice, the similarity is not as strong, but it is still there.

David Peckham?

So I went to the free Wire show tonight.

I met up with a bunch of friends, two of whom have an adorable 11 month old daughter.

We're waiting for Wire to start, and my friend notices a sartorially inclined man waving at his baby. "Holy shit," he says, leaning into my ear. "It's Benjamin Linus!"

I look, and indeed it is him: Michael Emerson is standing next to me. Wearing a straw hat, yellow/white seersucker suit, and a white shirt with French cuffs. Two-tone shoes, the whole bit. These glasses, to boot:

Dressed in this manner, one cannot help but think he wants to be noticed, and yet nobody seems to give him a second glance. I am intrigued. I also want to know where he got that bitchin' hat.

The band starts playing. I look at Michael/Ben out of the corner of my eye and notice that he is nodding along with the music. Could it be he is a fan? That might explain why he's here...a guy like him couldn't possibly be interested in grabbing a beer at the North Star, right?

Two songs go by, and I decide to talk to him during the next break.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to bother you, but I noticed the hat you were wearing, and I think it's really great. Would you mind telling me where you got it?"

Instantly his face lights up. "It's great, isn't it? I got it at a place called Arnold's, it's on 36th and...7th? They had a lot of pimp hats, and then I saw this one and had to have it. It's cool, the air flows right through it."

"Not a lot of men wear hats, and it's sort of a bummer," I said. "That's a really nice one. My friend Jesse wears seersucker suits - kinda like yours, actually - and bow ties, and in the summer he wears a boater."

"They had boaters too, but I was too chicken to buy one."

"You could totally pull it off. TOTALLY. I think you should go back and buy one."

He laughed. "You think so?"

"Definitely."

The show went on, and it became more apparent that he was, indeed, a Wire fan. The only other person who seemed to notice him were one of the walkie-talkie guys, who came over mid-set and presented him with a wristband, for "backstage access" of some kind. He pondered over it for several minutes, seemingly confused as to why it was given to him.

There are some moments, living in this large, confusing, frustrating city, that are so absurd, so wholly other, that all you can do is shake your head and say "I fuckin' love this town."

Worked until noon and then slept all day. Precious, precious sleep.

Now I'm up and am realizing that I may have thrown my entire sleep cycle off wack.

noise&light wrote:Worked until noon and then slept all day. Precious, precious sleep.

Now I'm up and am realizing that I may have thrown my entire sleep cycle off wack.

That's what you get for your fidelity to rock.

I don't think I should meet the people in the bands I obsess over. It inevitably freaks them out, and I turn into a bumbling mush. I realize that there is absolutely nothing worse than a hardcore fan, when it comes down to it.

That said, the Heroine Sheiks were fucking fantastic tonight.

Ace wrote:That said, the Heroine Sheiks were fucking fantastic tonight.

I saw them on Monday, and really enjoyed their show. I was hoping they would play a longer set, because they were great

My roommate's houseguest has wired his dumb sticker-covered iBook up to the living room stereo, enabling him to play bad mixes of dismal drum n' bass music and prevent me from getting work done. It's 2008. Aren't we beyond this drum n' bass thing? Isn't there some more contemporary form of chattery, bland dance music he could be playing?

It's the kind of music that you hear when some friend who considers herself a "professional woman" manages to drag you out to an overdecorated hotel bar so that she can be hit on by real estate agents and you can take careful sips of the Heineken for which you paid eight dollars. It's the kind of music that reminds me why I don't hang out anymore with people who wear heels to work and cajole me into shelling out $20 in overpriced drinks so I can serve as their wingman.

I stayed up all night listening to weird heavy rock records on my new turntable--Bull Angus, Captain Beyond, Epitaph, Gun, Nitzinger; it was bliss.

Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:I stayed up all night listening to weird heavy rock records on my new turntable--Bull Angus, Captain Beyond, Epitaph, Gun, Nitzinger; it was bliss.

BER: I was going to bug you via the PM about this. I am glad to hear that you got it, and that it rocks.

I just looked at the Travis Bean message board, because I was bored.

All I can say is: whoa.