Maybe this is mundane and pointless, but it’s about music, so I put it here.
Every year, San Francisco has the Noise Pop Festival, where lots of indie bands play, blah, blah, blah. This year, a friend of mine who writes for Crawdaddy! got me into their private Noise Pop party as a +1. Playing the party were Port O’Brien and my personal music hero Bob Mould (which is why my friend got me in; he knew I was a fan).
Anyway, for the last song, Bob asked, “Does anybody here know the words to ‘Celebrated Summer’? Get up here, don’t be a chickenshit”. So I did. I sang it with him (pretty well, if I do say - I even managed to remember the words and not vomit). Anyway, it was the thrill of a lifetime for me. Just wanted to crow about it.
Well, I’ll give you a big old attaboy (attagirl?) for that one. After that breakup (you know the one, the real bad one everyone has where they’re all fucked up for a while?) I listened to *“If I Can’t Change Your Mind” * for about a year. Next time you see Bob tell him thanks. It was really cathartic.
Thanks, everyone! It was an amazing experience. I’ve got some pictures on Facebook - don’t think you have to be my friend to see them, but you might need a Facebook account. Notice that I’m such a dork I didn’t even take my backpack off.
