Sunday, January 11, 2009

Wherein I'm Pretty Sure I Get Hit On Through Song

Alright, so a couple weeks ago, this singer/songwriter guy added me on facebook, and despite the fact that I totally have no idea who the eff he is (Add me! I need more fake virtual friends). Anyways, he added me because I (apparently) have good taste in music, and he was playing free concerts all over North America. Anyways, he invited me to a show he was doing at a Chapters five minutes from my house, so I figured what the fuck. Free music is free music after all.

Anyways, took my car over, fork over five bucks for coffee (Fuck me if I could figure out why) and buy a copy of Christopher Moore's Fluke, then sit down and wait as he sets up. He was pretty good over all. Mind you, he wasn't exactly travelling with roadies and a four piece band, so it was just him and a keyboard. I bought both his albums for $20, and he was very nice.

One of the things he told me when he invited me to the show was that he would do a Radiohead song since it was in the long list of music I listen to. So he did Creep, and I think he did a pretty good job. Although there was an awkward/flattering part where he took certain...liberties with the lyrics. There's a part in the song that goes:

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

Which is all good, but then he added this:

...I want a perfect body like Jeremy...

It was at that point that I made a mental note to google the lyrics once I got home.

Now, not that I mind possibly being hit on through song. Believe me, a guy pulls out a guitar, plays a few riffs, and I'm suddenly naked in bed, sucking down a post-coital cigarette. But at the same time, we were kinda in the middle of a starbucks, surrounded by old people and prostitots sipping frappucinos. I'm just saying, there's probably a better time for that. Just, not in front of the elderly. That being said, call me!

Anyways, after that, I went to work, blah blah blah, came home, blah blah blah, and wallowed in the blah blah blahness that is my life. And then I played some Little Big Planet. This is, honest to Godtopus, one of the best games I've ever played. Seriously. It's an old-timey platformer, only you can make your own levels, and everything looks like it's been made by the world's smartest Arts & Crafts class. and did I mention that Sackboy, the little guy you play as is FUCKING ADORABLE?

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! OHMYGODTOPUSSOCUTEWANNAMASHUPHISLILFACEANDCALLHIMMISTERCHIPS! Sorry, when I squee, all my words tend to come out together to form some sort of unholy clusterfuck abomination to the english language. Oh well.

Cheers!

5 comments:

Matt the Great! said...

YAY! Your first stalker. Not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing, haha. Facebook friends can kinda creep me out. I have a few that won't leave me alone. I just ignore them now.

Rusty said...

Musicians really have it so easy when it comes to hitting on people. If it works, awesome! If it doesn't, you can totally brush it off as something musician like and mysterious, not flirting.

Oh wait, I'm a musician (kind of). Score!

Robert said...

A reverse groupie - I love the concept! Make a movie out of it - Fanstar or something like that. lol!

meaux said...

Eee! I just finished re-reading Fluke last week! I think it's actually my favourite of Moore's...he writes biologists so well....

Hmm, this dude sounds a little stalkerish. On the plus side, he can do Radiohead (on the down side, it's stalkerish Radiohead). But hey, if he's cute and talented and turns out not to be creepy, bring it on!

Jeremy Feist said...

Matt: Sadly, that isn't my first stalker. Not that he is a stalker, but that's besides the point.

Rusty: Indeed, that counts as "Score!" Worthy. Wish I had talent...*sulk*

Robert: Reverse Groupie? Is that even possible? Weirdness.

Meaux: Meh, either way really. He was cute, although he probably could have used a shower and a haircut.