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and he got knocked up by the jan-ih-ter

in the bum, lexfirs ----- sparklers (21k image)Tonight I took the Moms out to dinner. She told me that Ted Demme died. He was the son-in-law to our next door neighbors. I prolly met the dude a couple times as he was always over at their house. He was just “Ted.” Nothing more, nothing less. Just very odd how some of us put people on pedistals. Small world.

Which reminds me of college when my band at the time, LANDON, was playing a show at the University of Hartford Art Opening or something. We seemed to always open for this band that had only a standup bass (played by this boy named Floyd with whom Zut was obsessed with for a little while after we broke up), Ed on drums and some guy on the AM radio. Ed wasnt a drummer. He wasnt even good at trying to be a drummer. The only real memorable experience with him was hearing about his fear of dirty teeth. I tell you, the man brushed his teeth more times that I say “awesome” in any given day. So one day Ed decides he is going to tie himself to a tree in dental floss which his mouth propped open and a mirror will be right in front of him. He did this standing there for days. I wonder how he ate.

there’s a fine line between stupid and clever.

So what did Ed have to do with my band Landon? I cant even remember.

I do remember playing some shitty ass gigs. But that one Art Show was pretty cool in that I played two trash cans, a few shakers and whatever else I could find. I think I had a 40 and a wine bottle too. That day I found the power of the shakers. It moved me. I think it stemmed from my love of early Verve records. I, of course, taped the show and took a few of the lines of audience banter and placed it at the end of a new MONS song. I wonder if new MONS songs are even new anymore. Prolly not. Oh well. I bed my PO Box needs to be renewed. Arg.

is this a fantasy or is this mine

zut, there are some things i will miss forever

2/10 --- and we still both look at the same moon every nightGone For Good

I’m never going back never going back to you
I’m never going to see you again
I’m never going to dig out your picture
I’m never going to look you up someday
Life is very short
You don’t love me anymore
So I’m never going to see you again
I’m never going to write you a letter
Never going to call you on the phone
I’m never going to drive by your house
I’m never going to catch you coming outside
Never going to walk up your walk
And ring your bell
And feel you fall into my arms
I’m never going to see you
I’m never going to see you
I’m never going to see you again
You’re gone for good

-Mark Sandman

and the waterbugs attack the policemen

she was unhappy just as you wereYesterday may have been my most favorite day ever. My day however started pretty dull. I got up around noon and just sort of cleaned my room. I still have layers and layers to go. Then around 4pm me and the Pops went to Blimpie to get some foodage. Around 5pm I went over the Becca’s place to pick up her, Tony and Dee. Dee seemed a little out of place, but she was a nice person. She seemed like the person I would hang out in college with just to smoke herb with.

So our journey began to the Nissan Enormo Shed. We even put on Nothing’s Shocking. I sorta had an anxiety attack during Ted Just Admit It as I was actually going to see what could be called my favorite band ever. Granted it wouldnt be complete without Eric and would be almost as cool as a Jefferson Airplane reunion without Grace Slick. Or something like that. Reunions still kinda scare me. So we get there and I meet up with Tom N. to get me my photo pass. He was a really nice guy, however everyone at work seems to not like him. I cant see why. Then I get a call from Morgan, she says Christy needs a jacket. Hott Damn! I got the perfect jacket. It’s my 1980 Pontiac Trans Am black jacket. She totally could sport it!

So we all get in the place and just sorta hang around. I am still sorta in shock and dont realize what I am in for. We learn that we prolly will only meet Dave and perhaps we’ll meet Perry. It just didnt feel right. So we sorta dont do much until it’s time to meet them. Addy and his friends meet up with us and we take all the winners from the station contest to meet the band to the VIP section. We get down there and it turns out that the Capitol Records people (which was us) get to meet Dave (which i had done already weeks ago) and the Virgin people got to meet Perry. Luckily Morgan was tight with Frank at Capitol (yes, this makes no sense) and she got Becca, Ariana, and Christy in there. I give mad props to Morgan for doing that for Becca. It meant the world to her. And to me. It was funny, cos after it all she told me she said something about how Perry didnt like fruit, but in fact it was Steve who didnt like the fruit. Just like in the SOUL KISS movie. Too funny. Too cute. (Editors note: Mat got his sources crossed up and Becca was in fact talking to the right person, being Steve. Rock on with your booty and and jumping on the bed in a bikini.) It would destroy me. I probably could have gone too, but I had to run back to the van to meet up with Tom N. to be escorted to take the photos. It was a toss up. Meet Perry or take photos. I just didnt feel right about meeting Perry this time. The feeling wasnt perfect and it was too rushed. I will meet him someday in the future.

So i get there and I just sorta hang in front of the stage, and some of the fans start talking to me. It turns out they all are convinced I am the brother of the singer of that band LIVE. I was thoroughly amused by that for a good 5 minutes.

So after i did my shoot I went to the van to drop off my camera and it turns out I had the van key so a few co workers couldnt get their tickets. So we got their tickets and ran to the pit to enjoy the show. I went there with Jenny, Korinne and Christy. Korinne was just sorta confused most of the night thinking Perry was “high” and “weird.” I thought it was pretty funny. Jenny was a little more open minded. Perry was hot. Perry was classy. Perry is the best dancer. Perry gave words. Perry amused. My life was complete. The exotic dancers really took away from the show. It was pretty trashy at times. I was in my own little world though. I had the time of my life. But it didnt end then. I think I actually heard Christy sing during Jane Says. Interesting. Korinne wasnt.

There really is not much else I can say about the show. Words just cant do it. Classic Girl was amazing. Ted Just Admit it. Kettle Whistle was always a favorite of mine. Nothing will beat that version from 11-25-88 in Chicago. I still was disapointed that Eric wasnt there, Martyn luckily looked just like Eric so I just pretended it was Eric. So be it. But after the show we all headed out to the Diner. That was cool. It’s weird seeing Christy interact with my friends. Especially ones I’ve known for ever. But it didnt end there.

After we dropped off Tony and Dee and Christy drove home, Becca and I decided to go driving. We drove to the house where I grew up in until i was 10, in Gaithersburg. It was amazing. But we didnt just driver there. We went to Poolsville and Olney, i think among other places. We got to basically catch up with all the stuff we never go to say to each other for the past 7 years. We a lot of it had been said, but not really. I told her the complete Zut story which very few people know. I think it took like 60 minutes to tell. We talked a little about our problems with when we tried to date and our lack of communication. And that time we kissed after Purple Rain which i remember all too vividly. Becca’s soft lil’ kisses. I remember being very suprised by how good of a kisser she was from all she said about being inexperienced. She talked about herself when she was in the hospital. We also talked about our more recent sexual lives. Not that there is anything recent about my sexual life. But in the past few years, per se. Now that was just way fun talking about that stuff with her. So i think we drove around for like 3 or 4 hours or something, cos I finally got home around 5.45am. It was blissful. I wish I could do this more with her. I want to touch her booty right now. Hehe. I am lucky to have a friend like her.

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