I Should've Been A Rockstar...

Happy Friday Y'all -- yep, i just said y'all.  Because today I'm fancy-free, a hint of whimsy, a spirited spring in my step.  So, yesterday I saw Junior Boys (pictured) @ The Metro here in my lovely city of Chicago, and it rekindled a firm belief  of a fallow ability I never quite pursued: I should have been a Rockstar.  Junior Boys is an electro-pop duo with sultry, soulful vocals (good music to have sex to you salacious, lecherous readers of mine...and I can throw prurient in there too) and while they were good there was an element of stage presence and proper live-show track selection (from their small, but fantastic library) missing from the evening.  The lead singer had some quiet, sort of discernible banter, w/r/t their touring drummer Twittering all day -- ho-hum.  This is where he could've tagged me for some supplemental awesomeness.  I actually have a good voice, defined taste in music and the ability to articulate my thoughts on different sounds/aesthetics/genres, but, and this is an obese, driving around the suburbs, working in an office and under NO circumstance exercising BUT : I never learned music theory, I've flaked about 3 times trying to play instruments (guitar, bass, and my stint DJ'ing -- I actually wish I still had that equipment), and never took the time to educate myself.  I have a tremendous respect for musicians and people that actually got off their asses and made it work. 

Other highlights of the evening:

- The complete wanna-be-hipster-sardonic-jack-black's-character-from-high-fidelity Guy checking ID's for Bracelets so we can Booze.  If by chance you read this -- you are a Tool to such staggering heights I actually think you were faking it, an actor perhaps, practicing some Asshole character.  The reality: this guy gets his authoritative jollies/kicks off of having a power-trip, checking ID's -- yeah...

- The austere, immovable Security Guards: very humorous, and their faces have to hurt for clenching them in such manly positions for hours on end.

- While I was in the middle of the floor a Peculiar Diaper Smell wafted around for about 30 seconds -- disappearing into the night.

- Seeing the lovely ladies from my Salon: Esther and Nikki: VIP and beautiful.

- Seeing my old friend Daniel: thou rocketh!

- Hearing Birthday live (Swoon!) 

And that's it for the week: it's been fun!  Have a safe, making-out-laden, generally racy time out there in the world.  I'm going to shower and play the part of a Charming Waiter for the evening, and yes, I do parties, private parties, but there's a deposit required ;-)

Cheers!

-M