My life has been one event after another. It’s been nonstop phenomenal event right after the other. It all seems surreal. I don’t understand it. Everything is just…a dream. I have had way too many momentous things occur in too short of a time period. It all hasn’t sunk in yet.
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originalxmoment mom knows someone who knows Ron Howard. Shut up, you do know him. He played Richie Cunningham on The Happy Days. Yeah, now you know him. Ok, anyway, he got to see the accreditation video. He said the only mistake that we made was we didn’t put end credits. Other than that, he thought it was awesome! He was especially surprised that we were amateurs. To my knowledge, none of us have ever recorded anything. So a person from Hollywood, someone who has been in Hollywood since he was a child, liked our video! OH MY GOD! THAT IS SO FUCKING COOL!
Anyway, oh fuck, here we go.
I was really depressed all of May. I mean it. I’m not being some teenage drama loving bitch. Everything was falling apart, but I’ve partially explained that. I just really wanted to die. Then I started to listen to The Exies. Ok, ok. I know that sounds so juvenile but it’s true! They sang about everything I was going through. I would listen to FSOS for hours. There was time I listened to it for five hours straight. No stopping. They sang about hating life, death, backstabbing friends, rebellion, total frustration, love gone wrong/dead, the feeling of hopelessness, self-loathing. All of my feelings were manifested into two equally impressive CDs. God, this sounds so lame, but I really think The Exies saved me from killing myself. I feel so like a poseur for typing that, but it really is true. I think The Exies saved me.
So imagine how stoked I was when I found out The Exies were playing at The Middle East in Cambridge! At first, I thought the show was 18+ (Guess who just turned 18, bitches!) so I talked to Tiana, (antisocialxgrl) and we decided to go. After much investigation, we discovered that the website was wrong, so Jess (oh_shes_flying) decided to come.
Yesterday, while in Webmaster, we had nothing to do. I started looking up Rabbit and Gemini information since I am both of them. Ray is as well so I was killing two birds with one stone. It said that Rabbits and Gemini’s are extremely lucky and when you combine the two signs, you get one incredibly lucky person. I was like, psh whatever. They don’t know what kind of fucking month I’ve had. I was being real pessimistic about it. I knew something was going to go wrong. I thought the show would suddenly turn 18+, we’d get lost, they’d be sold out, or something. I mean, hello, my life has sucked lately. But it said that we are very lucky people, and even luckier when the two are combined.
It was SO right.
After school I went to work for two and a half hours then happily skipped out and went to Maverick with Jess. We went on the Green line but when we were transferring to the Red Line, we hopped on the wrong train. I told Jess it was the wrong train. Did she listen? Nooo. So when we got off, we knew that we had to be on the other side of the platform. We just didn’t know how to get there. I suggested we jump down the 8 feet and walk across, then somehow climb back up. Jess didn’t like that idea so she asked some MBTA dude. “How do we get to Central Square?” “You want to be on the other side.” Duh. “…How do you get there?” HAHAHAHA! Poor Jess. She had the ask the dumb question. Anyway, he told us how to get there and we almost missed the staircase until I noticed it. I’m always fucking saving your ass, Jess.
We finally got there and when we emerged from the underworld, we were stuck. The directions said to walk two miles in the direction of Boston. Um…ok…which direction is that? We started to walk and I realized that was the way to Harvard Square. “Stop! We’re going to Harvard Square, not Central Square!” “How do you know?” “I used to be a goth, ok? Shut up. I know these things.” And I was totally right, we were heading to Harvard Square. It’s close to Central, but it’s not Central!
Then we were lost. Jess suggested that if we talked loud enough about being lost then someone would overhear us and help us out. I didn’t think so. We did so for about five minutes and no one even offered any assistance. Finally, we were behind this lady who looked like Ms. Lacy, and I was like, “DAMNIT! How can we lost in our own city!” She turned around and asked if we were lost. Bingo. We had to walk two blocks in the opposite direction. Thank you, stupid website.
Ok, The Middle East is broken up into different sections. There is the basement, which is where we wanted to go, a restaurant, a bar, and a place called the ZuZu. They’re all connected and owned by the same person, and collectively, it is The Middle East, but they’re separate in their own ways. So we didn’t know where to go. We went to the basement but the doors were shut and it didn’t look friendly. We turned the corner to the bar and we went up and asked some guy where to get the tickets. He told us to go down two doors and go in there and they could help me. So we went down two doors and went inside. As soon as we walked in, some guy was like, “Are you here for tonight’s stuff?” I was like, “…Uh…I must really look like a gutta punk.” Well, I thought that. I said yes out loud. He whispered, “go upstairs.” I was like, “GO UPSTAIRS?” all loud and he sighed and said yes. So we went up these twisty, wooden, rickety steps and walked into a fucking sauna. It made my room seem like Antarctica. We bought our $11 tickets and went back down the stairs and out the door.
We were hungry and figured that we needed fuel for the concert so we headed to Wendy’s for yummy food. After much grueling thought, I decided I wanted a chicken sandwich with a potato for a side instead of French fries. I got there and they didn’t have any more potatoes. I figured that the day was going to suck. I mean, I went to school, they didn’t have my potato, my life was horrible, so ah, whatever.
Jess had a chicken strip that looked like a penis. Seriously. We started laughing and I wanted to take a picture. She went to deep throat it and some man sitting behind us goes, “Go for it all the way!” Ok, it was gross and out of line, but we cracked up insanely anyway. I mean, who says that anyway? So randomly? Ha. Then we started joking about her clumsiness. I was like, “If you fall and break your leg, they’ll have to let you backstage because you broke your leg! I have to go back because I’m your grieving friend.” She was like, “Grieving? Like I’m already dead?” I was like, “Haha! No. I just mean, dude, you broke your leg! That’s fucked up. The band members would coo over you.” “Like Scott?” AH SCOTT IS MINE! “Psh, no. He’d see you and be like aww but then he’d see me and I’d wink. He’d be like, ‘Two legs are better than one!’” Ok, that isn’t’ funny at all. I know this. Jess, however, choked on her lettuce and somehow it ended up in her nasal cavity. THAT was the funny part.
Winthrop kids hate Eastie Kids. Eastie Kids eat Winthrop bitches for a fucking snack. They’re just so…AH DISGUSTING! So these three girls walk up to me and Jess. All of a sudden, my Winthrop senses went off. One was Avril Lavinge’s twin sister. Short ass miniskirt, very skanky looking, but totally MTV punk. She was like, “You know where to get the tickets?” I felt all scene so I told her. She was like, “Ha, no. I ordered mine online.” Goddamn stuck up Winthrop bitch and her credit card. I was like, “Oh, I don’t know then. We just got ours now.” Like, ha, we’re hardcore. We waited. They went in line and Jess and I waited around for Tiana….after we did our make-up, and I painted my nails, on a bench.
The Winthrop fuckasses had more and more people with them so Jess and I decided to get in line. Jess was leaning against the wall looking straight ahead and I was leaning next to her only my body was at an angle (my hips were cocked to the side), I had on my sunglasses, hair in front of my face, and I was looking to the right. All of a sudden, some guy walks by. Heroin-chic, tight jeans, tight yellow shirt, fitted jean jacket, stick straight dirty blonde hair, and sunglasses. He walked by the huge group of stuck ups (at least 20) and as he walked by Jess and I, he looked at me, raised his hand, and said, “Hey.” My heart stopped. I did the acknowledgement nod and said hey back. As soon as he was out of earshot, I turned to Jess and was like, “OMG DO YOU KNOW WHO THAT WAS?!” She was like, “Uh…Scott…?” OMG SCOTT WALKED BY A WHOLE GROUP OF KIDS BUT STOPPED TO SAY HEY TO US! US! AAHHHM
A little while later, a guy from WBCN (hopefully my future work) came out and told us to flip the line because it was going in the wrong direction. So Jess and I went from the last ones in line to the first! I was so happy! Jess then gave me my ticket and it was number 23. Uh, hello. Who doesn’t know that my favorite number is 23?! Ok, so my ticket had my favorite number and all that good shit happened to me. I was utterly…amazed.
Tiana finally showed up and then they opened the doors. Tiana didn’t have her ticket so she and Jess went to go get hers while I went in. I was the absolute first person in there so I gave one of the ladies my ticket and the other was like, “Proper ID?” I was like, “I didn’t bring any,” and she gave me a mean look. The other lady told her that it was all ages so all she had to do was just X both my hands and give me a stamp so I couldn’t drink. Fine by me. I went and stood on the landing in front of the stairs and called Jess and Tiana back. Jess got in but Tiana had to run to the ATM so we waited for her.
We walked down the stairs and I got so nervous. I always get nervous and squeamish before concerts. Last night it was even worse because Scott had already said hey to me. We went right to the merchandise booth and Jess told me to buy some underwear. Haha, funny. I ended getting a shirt with the Head for the Doors cover on it. Good. I love that CD. Tiana got the CD and I threw in two bucks for her. In return, she gave me her free poster and 8 by 10. Yes!
It was nearly empty so we walked right to the side of the stage. They had about three steps leading to the stage so we sat there. Tiana’s LJ friend, Jeanette ([Bad username: âevilpoetess69â] showed up.
The first band, Morning Wood came on. A woman took the front and I was like, “Aww she’s a pretty worker.” She was the singer! I know, I know. Don’t yell at me. I feel like a sexist fuck enough as it is. She was psycho! I loved her! She had sex with the air, she danced a jig, she randomly did exercise and stretches on the stage. She screamed. She paced. She was singing a sexy song about “riding horses” and she called this guy on stage. She forced him to take off his shirt then she pretended to go down on him. Then she jumped on him and starting riding/dry humping him. It was the best thing I’ve seen in a long time. She kept yelling at him, “LICK IT! LICK IT!” until he finally licked her stomach. She rocked. She was so perfect looking. She had curves but she was in no way fat, just womanly. She had rather large breasts and a pretty make-upless face. Perfect!
During the intermission, we went to go say hi to her at the merchandise booth. She looked at me and goes, “Buy my underwear!” AH! I can’t buy underwear! Ok?! She’s so cool. Her name was Shantell (spelling?) and she kept saying, “Shantell is tits!” She gave us a free pin. It’s a pin of a tit. Haha.
The next band, Ten Years came out and they were way more hardcore. Very hard. The guitarist was gorgeous with his pretty red hair and star shirt. The singer had an amazing voice. It was totally smooth and melodic. Something you’d expect to hear in a church or something. Definitely amazing and totally a band to keep your eyes on.
Then the people came out to set up for The Exies because they couldn’t go out there and do it themselves. The Winthrop whores would have attacked. There was this kid there who looked like Patrick. He was extremely tall, maybe 6’2” and he had long blonde hair that fell to his chin and big clear blue eyes. He happily looked at the set list but I couldn’t see it. I don’t know what came over. I tapped his arm and leaned in and asked if FSOS was on there. He looked and told me it wasn’t. Then he read the set list to me. Most of my favorite songs weren’t on there so that was kind of a bummer. I really wanted FSOS and Can’t Relate. But they had Baptize Me and that song is awesome. Patrick kid and I talked for a little bit…until The Exies came out.
Ok, I don’t think you understand. I WAS ON THE STAGE. ON THE STAGE!! Do you like, get that? I was ON THE STAGE WITH THE EXIES! Freddy, the bassist, and I touched so many times that I started to sweat because he was sweating and he was practically on top of me.
Can I just say that this was the best concert of my life? I was on stage, next to Freddy, near Scott, and I was jumping, taking pictures, and screaming my lungs out. I don’t remember the song, but I think it was “Splinter” or “Dear Enemy”, I was screaming insanely. That song really hits home. I was yelling and Freddy smiled and stood right in front of me. He lowered his face in mine and screamed the lyrics in my face. He was so close I could tell you what he had for dinner…if I wasn’t so shocked. I leaned up a bit and screamed back in his face. We “danced” and screamed at each other. Then he smiled and laughed, I did the same, and he went back to playing his bass and I went back to taking pictures. I was screaming like a mental person and Freddy kept looking over and smiling.
After a short time (it seemed short to me) they got off stage. I had a rush like never before. I had never been on stage with a band, singing, screaming, and dancing with a band member. As I said before, The Exies mean a lot to me now. Maybe I haven’t been listening to them for years, but I’m pretty sure they kept me from doing something drastic. My confidence soared and I was like, “What if I told them that I’m from a local magazine called Fetch and I would like to interview them?” No one said it would work. I went up to one of the bouncers and explained my situation. He said he couldn’t help me but if I left the club, walked to the end of the block and turned left, the tour bus would be there and I could try to get help there. So we did just that.
When we got there, there was an annoying drunk “goth” and two extremely slutty girls. The girls left some time after and the “goth” dude annoyed us. Finally Dennis, the drummer, came out and I was like, “Hey! Come here!” and all but chased after him. He turned around and I explained my situation. He smiled and said yes. As he was walking away, I yelled, “Remember Fetch!” He yelled back, “Fetch!” Haha yeeees!
We waited at least twenty minutes and nothing happened. I started to freak out. I was like, “OH NO THEY FORGOT ABOUT US!” and I started to get mad. I screamed, “Don’t you remember what it’s like to be small? Don’t you remember when you were local? Don’t you remember what it felt like?” Everyone started laughing and telling me to be quiet. Tiana insisted that it was not going to work. I half-heartedly believed her but I figured, hell, I got this far, I might as well go for it all.
I turned around to look at the bus and all of a sudden, someone peaked through the blinds. I squinted harder and saw that it was Scott! He was peaking through the blinds like a little kid who was grounded but wanted to watch people playing outside. I raised my arm and waved at him. I saw a little smile and he waved back. Then the blinds shut. A few minutes later I screamed in my deep guttural voice, “OPEN THE DOOR! Let me in!” I turned around a few minutes later and the door was open! I was like, “OH MY GOD! Tell me that the door wasn’t open when I screamed that!” Jeanette assured me that it wasn’t. Thank God.
A head popped out of the bus. Scott. He asked if we wanted to go in the bus. We took one step forward and a roadie popped out and slammed the door. At first, I was a bit incredulous but then I thought about it. I realized that the roadie was right. Ok, we were four girls and they were five rock stars. If we went on that bus, we could have said they raped us and a whole bunch of other bad stuff. The Exies are big, but that not big, and they probably wouldn’t have the means to defend themselves from the onslaught. I am in no way saying that The Exies would even think about doing any of that, but we could be fame hungry girls looking to achieve our five minutes of fame from absolutely nothing.
Ok, I love to stand on the street. I’m not a sidewalk person, I’m a street person. So I was standing on the street and someone touched my back. I whirled around, ready to punch some drunk bastard, when I gazed into Scott’s amazing eyes. He told us that the rest of the band wasn’t ready, and probably wouldn’t be for some time, so he would just do the interview. Actually, in a low voice, he was like, “Umm…they won’t be ready for awhile. Mind…do you mind if you just interview me? I mean, the whole band can’t do it…” and he looked really self-conscience. With a big smile, I told him it was fine. Mmm. He was the only one I wanted to interview anyway.
Anyway, I was standing on the street and a bus came by. Now, the bus wasn’t that close to me. It was close, but I’ve had closer encounters. Scott goes, “Oh Jesus!” and he grabbed my elbow. Very gently. “You scared me! That bus was so close! Please don’t get hit. That was really frightening.” And he guided me onto the sidewalk and we walked a few steps toward the building, away from the whizzing cars and the scariness.
A roadie came by and asked Scott if he smoked cigarettes. Scott smiled and said no. Then Mr. Roadie asked if he smoked. Scott looked confused and said no, but Dave is your man. Dave smokes. Then Scott raised his cup of vodka to us and told us that he was promoting vodka.
Dave had super ears. As soon as Scott said Dave was your man for smoking, Dave popped out, also drinking vodka. He smiled and made his way over to us. Dave stood to my left and Scott stood in front of me. AH! They both said they would do the interview.
Scott didn’t seem like the front of an up and coming rock band. He was very reserved. He stayed quiet and he had his shoulders hunched and his head was down for most of the night. His dirty blonde hair hung partially in front of his face. He answered our questions, but he did so in a low voice and his eyes did hold mine, but they also darted nervously. He would either give one word answers or he would give long ones, as if he wasn’t sure if his point was delivered or not. Dave, on the other hand, gave really genuine answers. He seemed at ease (or that could have come from the alcohol smell he produced. Woo!) It doesn’t mean much, but I just thought it was odd/cute that the front man was quiet.
But I digress. The interview was so cute. I asked what the best part of Boston was and Scott’s face lit up. Without hesitation, he blurted out, “The accent! I love the accent!” I laughed and he asked me to say car. I did one better and said pahk the cah. His face lit up and he smiled and laughed. Dave said that although they had been to Boston numerous times, they were carted off to places and didn’t have much time to see anything they wanted. He did, however, love Newbury street and the Fenway area. Scott continued to melt at the accent. I then asked about what advice they would give to aspiring musicians. Scott said to follow your heart. If it doesn’t feel right, it isn’t. At first, Dave said he didn’t have any advice because it’s just in you. If it’s not in you, you won’t ever achieve anything. Then he went on a long tangent about how it all revolved around your own personal drive. Scott nodded and quickly agreed.
Tiana is obsessed with Velvet Revolver/Stone Temple Pilots, so she had me ask how it was to tour with them. Scott’s face lit up again and he said they were great. Dave said that although they were a huge band, they treated them equally. For once, Scott cut off Dave. He said that they were amazing and super nice to them. He reached out to me and smiled brightly. He asked if I wanted to hear a story. I said yes. He got jittery and started to move around and his arms kept extending. He said that one time they were supposed to perform with them in Canada and when they crossed the border, they were put through hell. When they finally reached Canada, it was six hours later and VR still weren’t there. By the time they got there, The Exies couldn’t go on because it was so much later. While they were on stage, one of the members (I forget who. Tiana, who was it?) reached out and said they were sorry. Everyone in the audience looked at them like, “What?” and Scott said the feeling was amazing. Scott smiled, shoved his hands in his pockets, and looked totally elated. He said, “They were my favorite band, but then you know, Nirvana came around.” And I was like, “YEEESS!” But then I said that it was weird because when I went to Canada, they let me pass the border like it was nothing. They just asked if I had any drugs or weapons, I said no, and they let me go. Dave was quick to point out that they were on a huge tour bus. They could have had anything. Scott chuckled and was like, “Drugs, weapons, we have all those! We’re an artillery bus!” No one laughed. He repeated, “It’s like an artillery bus!” He looked around. I laughed politely. Awww!!!!!
As an animal lover, I had to ask them what their favorite animal was. Scott and Dave, at the same time, both screamed “LIGER!” I was like, “NO! I just lost a bet about that!” and Scott pouted. While Dave rambled on about the liger, Scott mumbled, “Griffin. I like the griffin as well.”
My next question was what was the best/funniest thing a fan has ever done. Dave’s eyes widened and he yelled, “Jackalope!” It took everyone a few moments to realize that he was answering the previous question. We all sort of laughed and then he redeemed himself by saying that little kids sent them pictures. Freddy popped in (he was walking by) and he was like, “What was the craziest thing a fan has done? Kept us out in the cold asking five questions.” It wasn’t even cold, those damn Californians. But we all laughed. Dave said he really liked the pictures people drew. Scott agreed. Dave said he liked the food people sent. Scott said he taught some guy an acoustic version of Ugly. He also liked homemade gifts. Hmm ideas ideas for next time.
Ok, now this is a dumb question but it was really something I wanted to know. I asked how it was to live on a bus. Scott immediately yelled that it was comfortable. I was like, ok, what the fuck? Dave said it was comforting because his friends were there but he missed home sometimes. Scott repeated that it was comfortable.
The damn roadie came and yelled that they needed to get going. Dave went to move but Scott stayed where he was. I asked for a picture of all of us and they agreed. Scott bounced over to the wall (he was absolutely adorable) and said we all needed to huddle in close. Jeanette offered to take the picture. I snuggled up to Scott (yeah, I was shameless) and Jeanette was like, “Oh no! It’s not working!” So she brought my camera over to me so I could look at it. I was like, “No, it’s ok. It’s just dark out so the screen is black but once you take it, the darkness will fade and it will be ok.” Scott grabbed onto my waist a little tighter and was like, “DUHK! SHE SAID DUHK!” He imitated the accent horribly but he was so down to earth and geeky that it was heart melting. Eventually, the picture was taken. The roadie came out and told them that they were going to Man Ray. They asked what that was but the roadie went away. Jeanette informed him that it was a gothic fetish club. Scott sucked in his breathe (he still had his arm around me and I was still against him so I felt it) and he laughed nervously and was like, “Fetish?” AHH!!
Dave and Freddy wondered off to the bus but Scott stood there like he didn’t know what to do. He had a backstage pass hooked onto his belt so I was like, “Can I ask you one more question?” so he smiled and said yes. I was like, “You don’t need that backstage pass anymore, do you?” He got all flustered and was like, “Well, no…but I…I mean, I…” It was totally obvious that he wanted it so I was like, “Oh, it’s ok.” He was like, “No, I mean, I’d give it to you, but I’d like to keep it for memories. Put it in my scrapbook. I mean I…” I’m like, dude, it’s ok! He was like, “Look it’s personalized!” and showed me a picture of Frankenstein. I didn’t get it. Without asking, he told us the story. Some band’s manager (Silverchair, did he say?) looked like Frankenstein and he walked like him so they all made fun of him. Then Scott broke out into a grin, extended his arms, AND WALKED LIKE FRANKENSTEIN! I was GUSHING. I was like, “…Don’t you have to go?” and Freddy was hanging out the door.
Then…oh man…Scott was like, “Hey! We’re touring in…umm…we’ll be here either July or August with Motley Crue and Sum41. Will you guys be there?” We so said yes! He talked a little bit about it. It was like he wanted us to be there. And I mean, I’ll go, but it won’t be that easy to talk to them. They’re touring with a huge band and it’ll be a bigger venue. I’ll be upset if I see them again but don’t get to meet them once more. Unless I stake out their tour bus and be like, “BOO! Another interview!” Either that, or we’ll print Fetch and I’ll give it to them.
After much prolonging, Scott finally had to leave. The four girls stood around and then we all sadly departed. Oh, and Scoot SO nursed his vodka. When he left, he had just as much in it as when he came out. He also put it down for awhile. So he doesn’t smoke and I don’t think he drinks either. YES!
Now, I don’t know if you guys believe me or not. Quite frankly, if I wasn’t there, I wouldn’t believe it myself. I’d be like, “Wow Kristine has an overactive imagination!” Or, “Fuck, Kristine is such a liar!” Hell, I was THERE and I don’t really believe it. It’s just…amazing.
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Tiana’s point of view, along with a phone post WITH THE EXIES!”
