Don't stand in a prime middle-front spot. Jon and I love 31knots. They are Oregonian virtuosos of rock, but they always put on a unique and surprising show. (Let's just say the rafters of Kilby have been climbed by at least one front man.) The lead singer, Joe, ventures out into the crowd for about half the songs, and as he passed me, we did a little "I-don't-know-what-way-to-go-dance." Then I stood on the cord as he passed me, and for about 10 seconds there was nothing I could do apparently but continue to step on the mic cord. Later, I was summoned by Joe to hold a white lace tablecloth in front of him while he sang behind it holding a flashlight. As much as I enjoy the music, at concerts I like to be an inconspicuous observer, keeping a beat but never singing along or dancing exuberantly.(Beyonce-style dancer at Pinback, I still have wrath for you!) In hindsight the front corners would have been a much more comfortable place for me.
And, to top off the awkwardness that must follow me, at this small show I saw the girl who interviewed me for the vintage clothing descriptionist job. The night was basically "Hey, lead singer in my face." and "Hey, person who didn't hire me! Nope, still unemployed." At least, that's what I would have said if I had the courage to say hi, which I didn't. I kind of regret that. She was nice.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Posted by Malorie at 4:23 PM