but in a totally good way. . .
i grinned and beared the shiteous haul to schuba's last night to catch the dept of eagles show at schuba's on southpart. normally the trek wouldn't be so hellacious, but with the 12 min walk to western and 12 min hike from southport to the venue, i nearly froze my little hipster ass off.
but boy oh boy, was it worth it. i'll copy/paste my review from MoB below my ramble as well, but damn. i'm glad i went. even if it was by myself and every attempt at chit chat with fellow concert goers erupted into disaster. (including a meathead with a spittle problem who thought he was at an "Eagles" show).
anyway though. it was part of schubas' "tomorrow never knows" 5 day music fest, cursive headlines tonight and doe was last night, other than that the only other band i've heard of is the soft pack, who i think was weds. . .
since i didn't necessarily know or go crazy over the opening 3 bands, i kind of floated in and out of the main room and the bar area, and at one point, low and behold, i find myself checking out this particularly handsome, yet weird looking dude who was sporting a totally adorable red pullover string hoodie. he had swoopie hair and you could tell his hairline was already beginning to recede behind the cool indie style facade. he was short, too. ive always had a weakness for nerdy short guys. . . so i was checking him out. then, wait a minute, didn't he look familiar? like, super familiar? and then he brushed past me, cup of steaming coffee in hand, and in my slow motion awestruck epiphany, i knew it was him, mr. daniel rossen, aka grizzly bear, aka dept of eagles leadman. reeking of sexiness and awesomeness. t
his was my chance! my one and only opportunity to whip out the hannah montanna notebook and ask for the chance to conduct a 5 Questions w/Muzzle of Bees feature with this indie rock fixture. but instead, i thought, maybe i should just say hi. . .maybe i should wish him a good show. . maybe i should. . . . oh wait, instead my jaw dropped, my stomach churned and i almost vomited all over myself.
just like a turkey vulture.
but instead, i kind of just stared at him in amazement, lust and partial inebbriation. he saw me gawking, brushed past me and scurried away behind the bar to where the cool people hang out.
i missed my chance.
not an hour later, i was up by the stage to the left, and low and behold, he was joined with fred nichaulson and the other 2 grizzly bear dudes as they ALL brushed past me, squishing chest to side with me to get through the crowd to make their way on stage.
i almost puked again.
normally, jodi does not get like this. i despise dudes in bands and have made a general rule to never get romantically involved with one, (unless he doesn't talk about it and it's more of a creative outlet vs. "im in a band" card. gross). and i don't get too starstruck. (well, the dude from spoon kinda made me a "douche bag", but you get it.) im above it, whatever. i can respect musicians, blah blah blah.
but apparently, i've got the hotsie totsies for mr. rossen and i want to bear his children. that, or maybe the mushroom swiss melt i made for dinner conveniently decided not to sit well with me the moment i saw him. whatever. he was hott. i love him now.
even if that makes me a turkey vulture.
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