It's strangely apt that the Apples' new theme is time travel, because Saturday the night of May day sure happened fast, almost as if compressed in time. Story time.
In all likeliness, I wasn't going to be going to this concert. Just another age-restricted Turf Club show. I really wanted to go though. A good acquaintance suggested that I contact Robert to see if he could do any pulling of strings for me, and so I did. He directed me toward his lovely wife Marci, to whom I am forever indebted for all the kind things she did for me. Marci and I kept of sporadic correspondence until the very night of the show, where she sent me a last e-mail about 50 minutes before mom and I were going to leave that sealed the deal of getting in. We got our things gathered in a great tizzy and left to go to the show.
So we got to University Ave., and basically just wandered and waited until the time came. I made serious eyes at the wonderful Bill Doss in the CVS store, but I don't think he realized I recognized him. I saw the kids of Laminated Cat (who, as it turned out, were a nice bunch too). When the time came, we sent the deciding text to Marci, saying "Hello, this is nicole, we are here, we are in front. You are wonderful!" and about 15 seconds later, we spotted Marci and Robert through the window and coming out the door to come meet us. Wow!
First impulse of mine was to hug the pair, and so I did, and shook their hands. Robert commented, "Nice Music Tapes shirt!" and flashed his lovely white smile, and I melted a little bit. They led us in, where we found out they had actually put me on their guest list (oi!) and really weren't even expecting me to have a ticket. Amazed I was, and Robert then announced, "We're gonna go eat," and so mom and I were left alone again, completely floored.
Sitting at the bar, I basically looked around dumbfounded and overjoyed to be there, and listened to Laminated Cat mic check for a while. Robert walked by later and spoke with us again, and then soon enought LC began their set.
Not knowing much about them, I honestly enjoyed LC. Basically, they are a group of some talented young kids who like to make psychedelic rock music, and play it well. Robert stood solitary in the middle of the floor, watching them like a proud father, for the majority of their set. I really enjoyed this band, and ended up purchasing their two CDs afterward. Very polite indeed: the bassist smiled widely at me as he walked by; my mom told the front man (whose voice I really quite love) he did a really nice job, and he just smiled and looked in her eyes and said "Thank you very much"; and the guitarist said to me afterward, "I like your shirt. A lot." (Gee--I claim to like these guys and I can't even remember their names off hand. I am an awful person). Anyway, Laminated Cat is a cool bunch, definitely worth checking out. They finished their set, and the first middle waiting time commenced.
Generationals! I only really knew them from the radio, but they were pretty cool.
More on this soon...
In all likeliness, I wasn't going to be going to this concert. Just another age-restricted Turf Club show. I really wanted to go though. A good acquaintance suggested that I contact Robert to see if he could do any pulling of strings for me, and so I did. He directed me toward his lovely wife Marci, to whom I am forever indebted for all the kind things she did for me. Marci and I kept of sporadic correspondence until the very night of the show, where she sent me a last e-mail about 50 minutes before mom and I were going to leave that sealed the deal of getting in. We got our things gathered in a great tizzy and left to go to the show.
So we got to University Ave., and basically just wandered and waited until the time came. I made serious eyes at the wonderful Bill Doss in the CVS store, but I don't think he realized I recognized him. I saw the kids of Laminated Cat (who, as it turned out, were a nice bunch too). When the time came, we sent the deciding text to Marci, saying "Hello, this is nicole, we are here, we are in front. You are wonderful!" and about 15 seconds later, we spotted Marci and Robert through the window and coming out the door to come meet us. Wow!
First impulse of mine was to hug the pair, and so I did, and shook their hands. Robert commented, "Nice Music Tapes shirt!" and flashed his lovely white smile, and I melted a little bit. They led us in, where we found out they had actually put me on their guest list (oi!) and really weren't even expecting me to have a ticket. Amazed I was, and Robert then announced, "We're gonna go eat," and so mom and I were left alone again, completely floored.
Sitting at the bar, I basically looked around dumbfounded and overjoyed to be there, and listened to Laminated Cat mic check for a while. Robert walked by later and spoke with us again, and then soon enought LC began their set.
Not knowing much about them, I honestly enjoyed LC. Basically, they are a group of some talented young kids who like to make psychedelic rock music, and play it well. Robert stood solitary in the middle of the floor, watching them like a proud father, for the majority of their set. I really enjoyed this band, and ended up purchasing their two CDs afterward. Very polite indeed: the bassist smiled widely at me as he walked by; my mom told the front man (whose voice I really quite love) he did a really nice job, and he just smiled and looked in her eyes and said "Thank you very much"; and the guitarist said to me afterward, "I like your shirt. A lot." (Gee--I claim to like these guys and I can't even remember their names off hand. I am an awful person). Anyway, Laminated Cat is a cool bunch, definitely worth checking out. They finished their set, and the first middle waiting time commenced.
Generationals! I only really knew them from the radio, but they were pretty cool.
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I wore my music tapes shirt when I met Robert too!
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