crow

no silly,
not crow as in peter pan, crow as in incubus' a crow left of the murder. as in me, FRONT ROW CENTER on the bar to see brandon boyd himself, not to mention a superb opener by mr. kweller. here's how it went

half day because of the fair, so 11:15 roles around and we are fucking out of there. except for a good thespy meeting about inductions. twas a good turn out. anyway, then molls and I took sam and a friend home, went to mollys to change and get the tickets then sped to sonic for a quick lunch. so we get to the pyramid by 1 and have found the correct entrance by 1:15. We are the 5 and 6th people there, and a couple more soon follow. We hobnob and quickly bond and other fun stuff with people from arkansas and mississppi. hillary and jennifer show up with cool decorated undies to throw on stage. about 4 tons of people start flocking, but the doors dont open till a bit after 6. we finally get in, and i blot for the front row, which i get, but my right calf starts spasming from runnign in heels. screw that though, cause and hour and a half later kweller opens with a killer show, dressed in all denim, a good variety of songs, and a folky version of ice ice baby. Inucbus takes the stage a little while after kweller and I am screaming my head off. soo much fun, great songs and stuff. band sounds great live. hilty decides it is time to throw some panties, she does and they land right at brandons feet!!!! he picks them up and puts them in his pocket. at this point i am freaking out. then hillary throws a pair, he catches them and stuffs them into his pants. we are all freaking and then, i know you wont believe me but its sooo fucking true, he steps down into the security pin on top of a box while eisenger does a solo and asks whose underwear it was. we are all pointing at jen. he smiles and stuff and climbs back up on stage and takes a seat on an amp directly in front of me. im so excited and hes just looking down at the crowd and everyone is reaching out and screaming and i started dancing around and bowing to him with that little hand twirl thing and he laughs at me! i feel as if i have a connection with him now. after the show i caught a set list. and not a fake photo copy one, but one with actual tape on it. that proves its authenticity. so good stuff.


Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy?
Isn't it wierd that a privilege coule feel like a chore?
Maybe it's me but this line isn't going anywhere,
maybe if we looked hard enough, we could find a backdoor.
(Find yourself a backdoor.)
I see you in a line, dragging you feet you have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege.
Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me
doesn't have a clue why he's waiting, or what he's waiting for?



If I was a very ordinary every-day thing I'd never be heard, Cock-a-doodling round like a bird. So, naturally, When I discover the cleverness of a remarkable me, How can I hide it when deep down inside it just tickles me so, That I gotta let go
And crow!