Time for a belated recap of Thursday night's show with Kay Hanley at TT the Bear's:
- As is our pre-show ritual, we treked to the local CVS to procure Vitamin Waters for the stage. Tragically, they were out of stock. Then, we came up with a brilliant idea - wouldn't it be funny if we were all drinking Goya mango nectar on stage? Done and done. Of course, there were two problems with this plan: a) it's not really that funny and b) if you're singing, jumping around and sweating on stage, the last thing you want to put down your gullet is sticky, thick mango nectar. Disastrous, people.
- There was definitely that "big show buzz" in the air all day long leading up to the show. It's always a fun, exciting night when Kay comes back to town. Add to this the fact that Scamper hadn't played a show in over a month and we were downright itching to hit the stage. As showtime approached, the generalized itching turned more into a slight burning sensation and painful urination. We quickly slathered each other up with calamine lotion and hit the stage.
- The show itself was just tremendous. One of the more fun shows we've had in recent memory. It was one of those shows that flew by in what seemed like seconds. The sound was good on stage (not always the case at TT's) and we felt like we played well. Most importantly, you guys in the audience were just terrific. Warm, responsive - just a great, fun set for us.
- The highlight of the set was definitely Ms. Kay Hanley herself joining us on stage for "Barcelona." I may have mentioned this before, but Kay has got to be the leading contender for this year's "Nicest Person in the History of the Universe" competition. In fact, I'd say she's a shoo-in. It's rare when you meet someone so kind and generous. It's impossible to quantify the amazing help she's been to our band. I say this without a trace of ass-kissing - it's really an honor to know her. Oh, and she kicked absolute booty on stage that night.
- After the show, I was told by a Scamp who shall remain nameless that since I lost all the weight, I don't have an ass anymore. Understandably, I was not happy to hear this, as I have always prized my apple-firm posterior. It is my "money maker," as it were. Desperate to challenge her assertion, I let her get two solid handsful of the other white meat. "You've got nothing," she responded, her hands firmly on my tush, "I got a wallet in my left and nothing in my right." Needless to say, it was a sad day in Tushieland.
- As a final note, I found this in the "Missed Connections" section of Craigslist the next morning:
MC with you showing up tonight - w4m
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Date: 2006-01-06, 3:09AM EST
I wish you had shown up.
It could have been beautiful.
Wild.
It still can be.
I do want you, you know... and I'm pretty sure you'd get what you want.
Well, I know it wasn't me because, well - I did show up that night. So if this was intended for someone out there in Scamperland and I helped you get a belated booty call, you're welcome. When you're enjoying your beautiful, wild monkey sex, just take a moment and think of me. I'm sure that will help you last a little longer.
- As is our pre-show ritual, we treked to the local CVS to procure Vitamin Waters for the stage. Tragically, they were out of stock. Then, we came up with a brilliant idea - wouldn't it be funny if we were all drinking Goya mango nectar on stage? Done and done. Of course, there were two problems with this plan: a) it's not really that funny and b) if you're singing, jumping around and sweating on stage, the last thing you want to put down your gullet is sticky, thick mango nectar. Disastrous, people.
- There was definitely that "big show buzz" in the air all day long leading up to the show. It's always a fun, exciting night when Kay comes back to town. Add to this the fact that Scamper hadn't played a show in over a month and we were downright itching to hit the stage. As showtime approached, the generalized itching turned more into a slight burning sensation and painful urination. We quickly slathered each other up with calamine lotion and hit the stage.
- The show itself was just tremendous. One of the more fun shows we've had in recent memory. It was one of those shows that flew by in what seemed like seconds. The sound was good on stage (not always the case at TT's) and we felt like we played well. Most importantly, you guys in the audience were just terrific. Warm, responsive - just a great, fun set for us.
- The highlight of the set was definitely Ms. Kay Hanley herself joining us on stage for "Barcelona." I may have mentioned this before, but Kay has got to be the leading contender for this year's "Nicest Person in the History of the Universe" competition. In fact, I'd say she's a shoo-in. It's rare when you meet someone so kind and generous. It's impossible to quantify the amazing help she's been to our band. I say this without a trace of ass-kissing - it's really an honor to know her. Oh, and she kicked absolute booty on stage that night.
- After the show, I was told by a Scamp who shall remain nameless that since I lost all the weight, I don't have an ass anymore. Understandably, I was not happy to hear this, as I have always prized my apple-firm posterior. It is my "money maker," as it were. Desperate to challenge her assertion, I let her get two solid handsful of the other white meat. "You've got nothing," she responded, her hands firmly on my tush, "I got a wallet in my left and nothing in my right." Needless to say, it was a sad day in Tushieland.
- As a final note, I found this in the "Missed Connections" section of Craigslist the next morning:
MC with you showing up tonight - w4m
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Date: 2006-01-06, 3:09AM EST
I wish you had shown up.
It could have been beautiful.
Wild.
It still can be.
I do want you, you know... and I'm pretty sure you'd get what you want.
Well, I know it wasn't me because, well - I did show up that night. So if this was intended for someone out there in Scamperland and I helped you get a belated booty call, you're welcome. When you're enjoying your beautiful, wild monkey sex, just take a moment and think of me. I'm sure that will help you last a little longer.
4 Comments:
Shame about the MIA, um, "A", but you DID get someone to handle your posterior. Everybody won, I'd say.
"Kay has got to be the leading contender for this year's 'Nicest Person in the History of the Universe' competition."
Who was the nicest person in the history of the universe last year?
Flavor Flav, three years running.
OMG.
Umm...
Nevermind.
Kay is a sweetie. I had the pleasure of speaking with her briefly outside of TT's and then again a few days later at Hot Stove, Cool Music.
She's friggen fabulous, and I had absolutely nothing to do with that CL post.
*hides*
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