Tuesday, December 27, 2005

A Departure From Christmas

Well, hello again to everyone who thought I have been dead for the past few weeks. I've wanted to post, but the right words never came, plus I've had Pneumonia, so when the words did come they were drowned out by coughing. Or as the professionals call it: "blah blah blah" (I had Pneumonia when they told me). So, here I am again to talk to you about Christmas.

I got on a plane, went to Texas, and on my way I saw it again. I wrote about this over the summer, but sense no one knew who the hell I was over the summer, I suppose I shall just start the beginning.

Airport. Baggage Checking (yes, they checked my bag, they always do. they ALWAYS look at the books, I guess they think they're the anarchists cookbooks or something). And the X-ray machine for my bag. As the bag came flying from the machine, through the rubber strips that hid the inside, I saw it. You've seen it too. I know you have, everyone has. I saw a hand pushing the bag out. It was just for a split second, but I saw it. My mother didn't believe me. BUT I SAW IT.

So I get to Texas, land of the wild, free-range republicans, on Christmas Eve, and promptly go to sleep. When I wake up I find the Christmas presents. I eat the chocolate in the stocking and start opening.

The list:
-The Monty Python Calender
-The Monty Python Autobiography
-Lost First Season, and
-the original King Kong

I was happy with it. I had forgotten about CHristmas, and I honestly didn't care much, what with my recent departure from the belief system behind the holiday. It seems that as I get older, I start to forget about these simple celebrations. My birthday, for example. On the day of my birthday, I remembered that it was, I normally have some form of celebration, very rarely big, usually just a few friends. But I didn't say anything about it, and it just went away. It's kind of depressing. I'm gonna go turn up the airconditioning, turn down the lights and listen to "Wake Me Up WHne September Ends" now, I'll see ya'll when I emerge.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

You Too?

Until last Monday I had no idea what U2 was. I had heard some stuff about the band, very vague stuff, and I had seen part of that iPod commercial that features Original of the Species on an iPod. Besides that, I was utterly ignorant. Adam had tickets to a concert to their concert at the Bank North Garden (thank bob it's not the "Fleet Center" anymore, ug) and, in his ADD way, he told me in a way similar to this:

ADAM: So we can work on filming the skit sometime next week?
ME: Ya, sure.
ADAM: Alright.
ME: Ok then.
ADAM: . . .
ME: . . .
ADAM: . . . You wanna go to a U2 concert on Monday?

So, I had no idea what I was in store for. I arrived at the center early, because we had unsuccesfully tried to have a leisurely dinner before hand, and met the crowds. Adam's mother and her. . . sister? went off to their side of the stadium, and we off to ours. Of course we had the worst seats. When I say back, I mean as high as you can go, up against the concrete wall with the seats below you about 6 inches away and 1 foot down. But soon the lights went out and I sat back to watch my first glimpse of U2.

Soon they came out onto the stage. The stage was, Adam informed me, formed in the shape of U2's signature, the circle inside of another circle, and that was on the end of a long oval that stretched from one end of the court (for this is also a playing court for the Celtics) to the other. Inside the oval but not on the stage was an area called the Ellipse, where about one hundred lucky fans scremed wildly.

The first up was the lead singer, a blonde man in his late twenties, I would guess, followed by one guitarist and a drum player. And they began to play. And it wasn't very good. In fact, it was rather crappy. Those of you who don't know who U2 are are probably nodding your heads right now saying "Yep, yep, that's U2 alright." Those of you who do know U2 are probably shaking your heads and saying "Bono isn't blonde. And U2 is one damn good band." That's correct, for I had mistaken the sideshow band for U2. The sideshow played for about 45 minutes, and then got off the stage to the dripping sound of golf-applause. There was a half hour intermission, and then the show began.

The first song was "City of Blinding Lights". The first band member on stage was the drummer, whose name I did not know at the time, but whose name I have sense guessed (just guessed. . . GUESSED. Correct me if I am wrong, which I probably am) to be Larry (???????????????). Next up was Mitch (?????????????) and then The Edge. And they began to play.

A quick strumming filled the stadium, I was right near the speakers, 3 times my hieght and at least 8 feet in width. Slowly a yellow light filled the stadium, and Bono's voice also filtered into my ears, but where was he? I turned my head around, and saw him at the other end of the Ellipse. I don't know how he got there, probably a secret door, but I do know that no one else had noticed it until then, he had just walked up.

"Cit of Blinding Lights" was followed by "Vertigo" and then "Excavation" (that's all I remember, unlike Seth, I do not write down the song list of every concert I go to).

I was blown away. I don't know how I'm going to pay my iTunes bill for this month, and the Library late fees for the U2 CD's I took out are going to cost a fortune. In short, I'm a fan.