(the final LA post.)
alex is 21!
birthday breakfast:
Writer’s Strike in front of Paramount.
(If you create The Office, you deserve a boatload of money. That’s my stance.)
Murakami Exhibit at the Museum of Contemporary Art. crazy cool.
Apparently, he also did the CD art for Kanye West’s Graduation.
(I bought these while I was there. Eek!)
Elliott Smith would be proud.
undiez 4 SaLe
you can run away to california, but you can’t run away from conference calls.
sigh.
i miss perfect weather.
(and The Coffee Bean. best ice cubes ever.)
we’re officially five years old.
(and this grass is as wonderful as it looks.)
alex buying her first bottle of alcohol!
wee-hoo!
these boots were made for walking like a badass.
Spoon:
That’s how black my soul felt after the show, too.
Just like of Montreal, it wasn’t the band’s fault. Spoon, like always, was fantastic.
But the crowd — oh, the crowd.
The show was at the Gibson Ampitheatre, which was located inside a (frightening) mini-world owned by Universal Studios.
The standing-only pit up front was ticketed, so we were stuck in the fourth-to-last row of the arena.
Not a person was standing, dancing, cheering or wiggling.
We got yelled at by security for dancing in the side of the aisle, and we got screamed at by the crotchety old folk behind us for standing.
As much as we were trying to enjoy ourselves, a clear-cut, repeated “SIT YOUR ASSES DOWN!” pretty much overpowered “You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb.”
Fucking LA audience.
Oh, and every single person stood, clapped and cheered for Feist, who apparently was the headliner, not a co-headliner.
So, is that all it takes? An iPod commercial to turn a city of horrible audience members into decent ones?
Fuck you, Steve Jobs. I better not have to bump elbows with adults the next time CSS comes to town. That’s all I have to say.
Universal Studios’ City Walk, outside the Gibson Amphitheater.
(i had to hold Gillman’s hand the entire time because the fake town scared me so much.)
two highlights of the night:
1. getting backstage at spoon.
2. this cute churro stand!
i was way too amused by this.
after a nighttime in n’ out burger, a long bus ride to the airport in the morning, standing behind some musician in line at the airport, lunch at chili’s, Gillman going souvenir shopping with Alton from The Real World, being the last ones on the plane, giggling our way down the aisle, realizing that giggling totally made us look like we were the reason the plane was running late, not being able to stop giggling because Alton was sitting right in front of us, realizing that the musician in line with us at the airport was probably in Spoon, mistakenly identifying a woman as Irulan, and landing in O’Hare, i finally got my suitcase, and it looked like THIS:
really, American Airlines? you wanna play me like that?
Carlye Wisel: if sarah silverman, stacy london, buster bluth and ari gold had a love child, it would be me.
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if sarah silverman, stacy london, buster bluth and ari gold had a love child, it would be me.
alan (alan) says:
(Posted November 24th, 2007 at 8:39 pm)
“So, is that all it takes? An iPod commercial to turn a city of horrible audience members into decent ones?
Fuck you, Steve Jobs. I better not have to bump elbows with adults the next time CSS comes to town. That’s all I have to say.”
That made me lol more than you can possibly believe. That trip sounded kind of amazing.
–A