march into the sea

TRUE STORY:


saturday when driving myself and my mother to seattle, i finally got a good radio station (my cd player gave me the bird after the 3000 miles back in january) to come on: 107.7 The End. i hear the smiths, pearl jam, and modest mouse's "dashboard" in succession. then i hear: "OH we're giving away tix to a modest mouse show." so i call, thinking there's no way i'll get these tix. there were two MM shows in portland that sold out the second the tickets hit the street.

ANYWAY,

i was between seattle and tacoma. and i miraculously won the tickets.

I HAVE NEVER WON ANYTHING ON THE RADIO BEFORE.

and what's better? this is a "secret" show for only about 600 people...as close to a club show that MM will ever play again. YESSS.

downside? i have to drive to seattle on wednesday again.

upside? did i mention it's the size of a club show? at a naval shipyard? and JOHNNY MARR is there?!?

did you ever wonder if Jezebel was a revolutionary?

bb and i ventured over to powell's to attend norah vincent's reading.

so much about her is astounding. she's a hot, hot lady on the outside, but then she opens her mouth to speak, slightly shy and quickly gaining confidence. her contact with her audience is genuine and remarkable. and her vocabulary? oh jeez, already. i was ready to dump neko off at the laundry and get myself a new piece of arm candy. i raced through self-made man. it was so interesting to experience dialogue concerning men and men's sexuality and emotions and achilles' heels...especially in a new city.

(don't you love how i just pretended that i stroll along with neko case?)

i can't shake the feeling i got from "baby c'mon" last saturday.

AND two rows in front of us sat tegan!