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Phantom Planet When I woke up, I had to just lay there and think about it for a bit.Now, I’m pretty sure it really happened. The pictures will prove it. That’s right, the pictures, I have to get those developed SOON. Like, right now. I hope they turn out well. God I hope they turn out well. Last night was amazing. AMAZING. Boys and girls, if you ever get the chance to see Phantom Planet, take it, because they kick so much ass live. The Cotton Club was tiny, and the show was far from sold out. We got there right before the doors open, ran to the front, and got a good place right in front of the stage (which only came up to my hips), to the left (our left) of the middle. We got slightly alcoholic-tasting Diet Cokes, chugged them, and squealed for a bit. Two old-ish guys came out and started playing songs about how they want “a butt-ugly slut with a bad drinking problem,” and “to shoot [their mother-in-law] in the butt with a bb gun. That quickly got old, so I headed to the bathroom. On my way back, who did I find standing against the back wall, looking on as if he were just a fan? No one even noticed him for about ten minutes, and after that it was only us and a few other girls. I couldn’t believe it was really Darren, so I went up to tell Ashley and her friend Roya, who confirmed that yes, indeed that was the Darren. We stood in a little clump, too nervous to say anything to him, looking over our shoulders at him like dorks. After doing that for far too long, the girls around him backed away a bit and we saw our chance. We went over, and Ashley tapped him on the shoulder and said, “Excuse me, can you sign something for us? We love you guys so much, blah blah Phancakes.” I said something like, “I’m sorry, don’t want to interrupt, feel like a dork, blah blah Rainmancakes.” Darren: “Why are you sorry, don’t be sorry. *signs my CD thing*” Me: *melts* So that was awesome. Then Ben Lee came on. Boys and girls, again, I am telling you, if you ever get the chance to see Ben Lee, you should probably take that chance too. He’s super. I think he’s Australian. Amanda thinks he looks like a very young Richard Gere. I thought he looked a lot like Ben Kweller. He’s very short, only a little taller than me. We met him after the show, got a picture, and he signed a poster. We also met his drummer/keyboard player, Lara, who was a sweetheart. New Ben Lee fan right here. He sang Hey Ya. Come on. That’s awesome. “What’s cooler than being cool?” Audience: “ICE COLD!” “Alright, alright. Alright alright alright. Now ladies, I’m gonna break it down for you…” Yeah. I love him. Then, Phantom Planet. I will get all the superlatives out of my system right now, if you don’t mind: wonderful terrific best show ever oh my god overwhelming unbelievable incredible WHOA. Darren ended up right in front of us and must have remembered us. He grinned at us, got really close to Roya and just shredded on his guitar, and at the end, gave her his pick. I am thismuch jealous, but t h i s m u c h happy for her. Alex also sat on the amp right in front of my face, sweaty and skinny as anything. He is hot. Very much so. I just stared up in awe, his face was about two feet away from me. I think he was singing Hey Now Girl, but I don’t even remember. Another time, he tried to stage dive, and the people didn’t catch him. They didn’t catch him! The boy must weigh 100 pounds, he can’t possibly weigh more than I do, and they just sort of got his arms and stood him up on his feet. That pissed me off. I would have caught him. I might have hurt myself, but I would have at least tried. He got back up on stage, and at one point lay down or was pushed down by Darren, who smacked him in the ass, and they wrestled for a bit. They ended the show as they often do, with Alex hanging upside down from the lights on the ceiling. I believe he usually hangs from pipes, but the place had none, so the lights had to do. He got up in those things, and it must have been about a foot between them and the ceiling. He didn’t move for a while. I was sure he was stuck. He started singing “a little bit softer now, a little bit softer now, a little bit softer now,” and everything was quiet until one of the guys yelled something like, “Shut the fuck up!” Then Darren kicked Sam’s bass, making a big KA-CHONG. Sam flipped him off, and they started some more wrestling. Then Alex finished All Over Again upside down, then swinging back and forth. The boy is a freaking monkey. After the show we met Ben and Lara, and then Jacques just came wandering through as the Cotton Club guys were trying to kick us all out. We got a picture and he signed stuff. Such a sweetie. Marry me. We finally left and stood around outside for a while. We met Sam and Jeff (really great new drummer), then saw Jacques again. We really wanted to see Alex, and someone called out that he was on the bus, so we went over to see if he’d come out. Darren told us that he’d told Alex to come down, but he was feeling crappy. Some little jerk kids OPENED the bus door and just walked up. So I can see how Alex might have been a bit pissed. I’m sticking up for him. He can’t be a diva, that would ruin everything. So he came, we got a picture, got my CD thing signed. He was very automatic, but not mean or anything. Hey, you’d be tired too if you’d just done what he did. Also, Amanda thought she heard someone say that the Cotton Club people were mad at him for climbing up in the lights. It’s not like he could have hurt them, he weighs less than they do. Wow. That was long, and probably not very well written. If you just scanned over and scrolled down to here, I don’t blame you. But I have a horrible memory, so it’s for the sake of remembering. I wouldn’t want to forget any of that. I need those pictures. Recap: I love Darren and Jacques. And all of them. Alex might be a diva, but we're not going to think about that. They rock. Ben Lee rocks. I am tired, my feet hurt. It was lovely. The end.
2003-11-20 @ 1:43 p.m. |