Do-Re-Mi, innocent!

...as in innocent of not stealing this song from the O.C. soundtrack. I actually was bopping my head to it in between sets at the Laura Viers/Sufjan Stevens show I went to tonight. All the kids were singin along, it was definitely the "wow I am either a.) too old for everything or 2.) I need to watch a tv program regularly so I can be on 'the in' for this kind of stuff" moment. I am seriously a nudge or two away from getting into this 'Desperate Housewives' thing. Scarrrrrieeee! But I keep catching the last 15 minutes of episodes and it is really coming off to me as dark/melancholy dramedy. And we all know Justin's 2nd favourite emotion of melancholy....

So tell me, on a kindness scale 1-10 (1 being kind as a fieldmouse and 10 being toe fungus) about where you would place my behaviour tonight: Doors open for the show at 8:00 P.M., so I get down to Detroit about 20 after. I go to park in the usual reserved Wayne State student parking area behind the theatre, only the wooden gates are down. I have a fiendish thought. I exit my car to try, as onlookers pass by, to try and pry the gate upward as to squeeze my automo under the gate. So when this act fails like everything I try, I atempt to go around and over the curb, also a rousing failure. So I bite the bullet and park at the nearby hospital, only in all this time before and after the parking fiasco, a line, literally 3 blocks in length down Woodward Ave, has begun at the entrance to the theatre. It is only about 20 feet between the door and the side street intersecting Woodward, splitting the line. I have a fiendish thought. I go down the side street 30 paces, double back and in a single graceful maneuver, blend into the cluster of people on the theatre side of the street, thus scoring the front edge of the stage as an armrest. In my defense, your Honor, it is general admission, and everybody in that line got inside, one day or the other.

Laura Viers is awesome btw. She had the coolest shoes just about ever; I kept trying to scope them out to see some sort of name brand or something but alas. She sounded like the Summer clashing into the Autumn and the Autumn winning out, which is either very apt or I missed something. And she had a song called 'Spelunking' where they turned the lights all off and she + 3 bandmates put on cave head flashligts and she played acoustic guitar. It was wonderful. After the show I totally walked over to where she was standing by the merch table to tell her her she had cool kicks, but I totally got too nervous. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

There was this soft grassy knoll going up to where I parked; I wanted to crawl to the top and roll all the way down to the bottom and laugh with the girl I was with and lie with her under the stars and traffic hum lullaby together. But then I remember I wasn't with anybody.