Emergency over!
Thanks for all your efforts but I did indeed get my Deftones ticket. In case you weren’t convinced that the Internets were the most magical thing on earth, it turns out that my post showed up on the very first page if you were Googling people who needed a ticket for that date. God bless you, Sergey and Other Guy.
Actually, I’m not sure my contact found me that way but a few other people did. Either way, I met up with MKB just now and after paying more than I should have but less than I could have, I’m the proud owner of a shiny ticket to tonight’s Deftones show at the Nokia Theatre.
Someone asked me, with concern, if I’d be going alone. Hell yes! It’s not that I don’t like going to shows with friends, but please, the fact that none of my friends share my love for a particular band isn’t going to stop me from hearing them play. It’s not like you and your friend can have a deep conversation during the show. And after all, how many chances do you get to hear the iPod Song of the Week live in the very week it’s featured? Of course, I can’t be sure they’ll play it, but I won’t ask for my money back if they don’t. There’s a singular pleasure in attending a show by a band where you know every word to every song.
Anyway, I’ve put up enough Deftones songs this week and this year and I won’t put another here. Feel free to just play a song by one of your own favorite bands and imagine yourself at their show. If you want to make the identification more accurate, make it an angry song with lots of swear words.
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Update 12/6
The show was heavenly, and I’m not just talking about the second-hand high I received five seconds after walking into the place. No, Chino was his energetic self, they played all the right things (including the iPod Song of the Week), and I was able to avoid the mosh pit. And let me tell you, should you ever have any pent-up anger, the antidote is surely the act of yelling “Shove it! Shove it! Shove it!” along with several thousand other people.
Becca, I’m a lurker and today must be “come out of the lurking closet today”, but I love reading your blog.
In case you’re curious, I’m playing “The Best of Both Worlds” and imagining myself at a Hannah Montana show right now.
That’s *exactly* what you had in mind, no?
Hannah Montana rocks. I don’t know why my husband can’t stand her.
Thanks, Lydia! Maybe one day I’ll have an offical “come out of the closet, lurkers” day.
I dunno, is Hannah big on “Shove it!” type songs?
Hannah bonana fe fi banana, Hannah
I am so happy you were successful in your Deftone ticket quest.
Karma babe.
Becca, evidently the Deftones were here (well, NEAR here, at the 9:30 Club in DC) on Monday. But I didn’t go. I saw a brief review of the show in the Post, but it didn’t mention you at all. Surely an oversight on the part of the Style editor.
Celia, I can tell you exactly why your husband can’t stand Hannah Montana. It’s because he’s almost completely indifferent to music, but he has a very little tolerance for stiff, wooden, fakey acting. That, and the fact that the only two television programs the family room TV seems capable of receiving these days are “Hannah Montana” and “The Suite Life of Zach & Cody.”
Thank you, RN. Would it be presumptuous to say that I deserve some good karma these days?
Alex, I read that review through the magic of Google. And I remember the 9:30 club well from my days down there. It’s sad they don’t remember me, but, alas.
I’ll let Celia answer the rest of that. Be sure to tell us if she answers off-blog.
Yay! I’m glad you had fun.
Not at all Becca.
Of course my name is above yours on the list.
I’m not a lurker but I feel like one lately. I have nothing substantive or amusing to say, and while normally I wouldn’t let that stand in the way of posting, more recently I seem to be constrained. I am comforted by the knowledge that Becca, with the assistance of her trusty tracking software, knows that I’m visiting. Lurking. Spying. Whatever.
Good karma to you, Becca, and RN. Karma bless us all, every one.
Yay, Becca got tickets! Glad you had a great time.
And why don’t I know who this Hannah Montana person is?
But was it as much fun as The Killers? I bet no one was moisturizing at this one.
Thanks, y’all!
Yes, Sarpon, I see you!
Well, the Killers had you, KP, but the Deftones had angst, anger, and a lot of cathartic yelling of “shut up, you don’t know me!”
Well it’s hard to be angry when your hands are soft and sweet smelling.