I’m giggling a bit as I type out this blog. Really, the title just makes me giggle. Especially in context… It’s probably not as funny as it sounds, but I’m plenty amused.
This blog is already plenty late – but I just don’t know if I can do it! I start to type…. and then I start to giggle. And there’s SO much to say, really.
Ah well. Let’s jump right into it. There’s not a better way to get started. There’s always the backspace and delete buttons if I absolutely feel the need to change the story up.
A few weeks ago, my husband’s band, The Secret Post, had their CD release show. They were all excited – and really, it’s been a long time coming.. the band itself has been together for… 7 years? Longer, possibly. I’m not sure. We’ve only known of them for 4. Needless to say, they’ve had their share of issues and lineup changes. But, they finally have a good CD, have things together… and had the CD release show booked. Quite exciting really.
Of course, on my end, it was somewhat stressful. For this show, I swear, I knew half the people there. Which, is rare for me. There was the group of the band’s friends and family – who I’m just now really getting to know, they’re great people. Thank God, otherwise these things would be hell. Matt’s family was coming out… as well as my boss at the coffee shop I work at, and her family. A few friends in bands that Matt has worked with came out, Ashlee, a friend Matt and I met (actually, at different times, through different bands, if you’d buy that,) and two people from my hydrocephalus group came out, as well. Also, our friend Heather, and some of her friends, and an old friend who I haven’t talked to in almost a year came out with her boyfriend.
Naturally, I spent all week stressing out about how I was going to talk to everyone, and not leave anyone out. I am a HORRIBLE social butterfly. It’s just not something I do well. I hate leaving conversations, and then jumping into the middle of another conversation. I also stress out a LOT about if I leave one group, and the other one moves somewhere else in the room.
I know. I have more issues than the DC reboot. But this shouldn’t be new to you. You’re following my blog, yes? Okay, then!
Surprisingly, it all went off without a hitch. I’m blaming the newly dyed purple hair. I was so bouncy and happy with how it turned out, I probably would have sat and talked to the wall, and been a happy little girl.
The show itself, was really interesting. I wasn’t at all sure how it was going to go . First off, we had like, an hour after getting home from sound check to get ready, and be headed back into Tulsa. When you and your husband BOTH have to do makeup – this is a lot more challenging than it sounds, let me tell you. 🙂
We finally got out of the house, and on the road. Just barely made it in time. (Not for the show, but for the time that Matt was supposed to be there. 🙂 Still had time before the show. Whew.)
Now, three bands were performing: Young Lyons, Kill the Reflection, and The Secret Post (all three are on ReverbNation, if you’d like to check them out. Which, you should. They’re both great bands. Young Lyons is a bit more on the pop side, and KTR is closer to TSP. Both worth a listen. ) . However, Matt’s band, as well as headlining the show, was playing a short set of their punk songs after the first band.
And, they were dressing, appropriately.
When we got to the venue, Matt had his punk outfit on he wore at the Guthrie show. You can read about THAT in that blog, but I’ll refresh your memory with a picture.
Not exactly subtle, right? (Then again, not super crazy, either.
It was funny, though. People were making comments to him – mostly positive – about the way he was dressed, and his makeup. I kept giggling to myself, because he knew, and I knew, that this was NOT his performance outfit.
Personally, I was DYING to see how people reacted to the first set. They were initially going to go first, but Young Lyons went on and opened the show, and they played after.
I’m trying to think of exactly how to explain what he ended up wearing for the punk set. I think I’ll stick to the cliché that a picture is worth a thousand words, and let it do the explaining.
I will, however, take some glee in pointing out that while the boys were getting ready – Matt was making comments about how his nails were chipped. Then it was his lipstick was messed up. Then, some sort of other comment. At this point, the singer of the band decided to inform Matt that he was being such a girl.
My husband’s response? He whirls around, puts one hand on his hip, points at Zach, and tells him that he “can be a prissy bitch when he wants to be.”
Really, really, wish I’d have been a fly on the wall for that one. Really.
After the set, I guess several people asked him if they could touch his nipples. I saw a few people taking pictures of them – and i KNOW he made it into a few people’s Facebook status.
I’m not sure how I did it – but I think I managed to marry someone who enjoys attention more than I do! Someone call Ripley’s, and do it fast!
I can’t lie though. I’m really, really proud that he did it. Especially that he had the attitude about it that he did. I won’t go into details, because I don’t want to embarrass him too much – but this time a year ago, he wouldn’t have gone without a shirt at the hotel pool in Disney, let alone on stage in front of a crowd at a concert. But he’s worked hard, been eating healthy – and the fact that he was comfortable enough to play the show, and then walk around afterwards without a shirt? l love it. ❤ He’s definitely come a long way, and I’m loving that he’s finally noticing that yes – he is attractive.
Not so loving the fact that all these other people are noticing it too. But it does make for interesting stories. Between the crazy get up, and being a musician, he’s heard some great lines! None too creative though – usually they’re pretty straight to the point. I coud go into that more, but that’s an entirely different subject!
The punk set was good – the songs are good, but they aren’t my favorites. I was more excited later, when they played more of the darker, melodic tunes.
For the normal sets – unfortunately (in my opinion.) the clothes come back on.
A much more, toned down, slicker look. Much safer pictures to put on Facebook… though, to be fair, no one from church or anything has commented on the half-naked, electrical tape pictures.
Which, is a shame really. I think it’d be crazy fun to attend new churches that way. Attend one week in that get up, and another week in more acceptable church clothes. And when I say get up – I know he’d have to throw a shirt on. Shirtless isn’t happening – I’m not even that much of a trouble maker.
It’d sure be interesting though. I’d like to think that you wouldn’t be treated too differently by church members, but I’m sure that to a point you would be. Pastors should do this.
I would PAY a pastor to do this. Can you imagine? Have a youth pastor preach that day, walk in, shake hands with people, act just like a regular church-goer…. but get up during invitational, and make it known who you were…. It’d really make people think about how they treat/judge people….
Ugh. Gracious. I keep getting sidetracked. …. Focus, Tina, focus!
The set went really well, the place was packed! And, oddly enough for a local show, was packed for all of the bands. It usually seems like it’s slow at the beginning, or people leave before the end… shows hardly ever seem constant. I was pleasantly surprised and happy about that!
I got some great pictures, too.
Well, great when you consider that they’re from a cell phone. The plain pictures sucked. But when I threw one of the filters on there, they looked pretty cool.
I didn’t dance a lot, but I stood up near the front for most of the set. I loved it! I don’t get into the band as much as I do some others – but it’s really fun to see the guys – especially Matt – get into the performance. He’s done his own music, but I’ve never seen him perform any since we’ve been together. So it… it kind of brings about a whole different level of knowing someone. It’s hard to explain, but if you know any musicians or actors, I’m sure you can relate. Or, if you’ve spent time watching anyone you love doing something that they are passionate about – I’d imagine it translates much the same . Wonderful to see. 🙂 Wouldn’t trade it for anything – but I’m a sap like that. 🙂 (And, new to being a band wife. Hopefully, I’ll still say the same thing a few years down the road. Next time I complain about shows, someone kindly link me to my own post, okay?)
The rest of the nights not nearly as exciting. Waited to load out, hung around, drank some cherry coke… I got carried around the venue at one point, and used as a battering ram to try to get the singer and his wife’s attention.
It didn’t work. For some reason – and I have no idea how – it didn’t faze them that some random person was bumping into them! I was two seconds away from grabbing one of them, and begging that they acknowledge Matt. As fun as it may sound, being used as a human battering ran? Not the funnest thing in the world.
And the kicker I think of the whole night…. I almost couldn’t fit in the car to get home! I had to hold a cord, and a giant bass guitar.
Upright. I couldn’t see out of the front window. I’m so thankful we weren’t stopped. Everyone had to come to the car and tell me — rather, the bass — goodbye. I definitely got the sympathy vote on that one.
Which, could have been a partial reason that I got Waffle House on the way home. ❤ Terribly unhealthy food… but i LOVE it. Ham and cheese omelettes. Apple butter. Yum. Eventually I’ll try a waffle, too. 🙂
I don’t think we slept until almost 3 am that night. And had to wake up and somewhat function the next day. Wasn’t too bad though.
My one regret… I have every intention of taking the club owner some ground coffee. Matt says he has an entire rack of Topeca coffee in the back…. So of course, I started to plot how to get myself some coffee. You see, we found out last time they played there, that the bar itself doesn’t sell coffee, but in the green room, there is a Keurig machine.
It’s not how I like my coffee at all, I don’t care for those brewers, I like press pots for my single servings of coffee… But… you know, you make do with what you have. And I’d be perfectly happy with a coffee with cream, over a vodka sour.
I’ll just have to save the bribery for the next concert…..