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design | host "You all have a fucking fantastic day tomorrow." - Robert Smith before ending the night. you know that feeling when you wake up and you're still tired and you're still wearing eyeliner and a sweaty, pot-smelling t shirt and you can't quite remember your name even though you didn't do any drugs and have every excuse to feel sober? yeah i love that feeling too. that's right i was at the curiosa festival, and let me tell you what that is a good time. there were two stages but no programs so i don't know who i saw when but i saw pretty much everyone listed on the back of my new curiosa festival t shirt, except thursday who pulled out of the tour. it was fantastic. the directions we had to get there were great and we didn't get lost not once. mom and i had a fantastic section of lawn within walking distance of the other stage. i remember the rapture. they were good. and interpol was ok. i love going right up front to the stage with the bass drum thumping in my chest. it feels so nice you just have to think that it's bad for you and in several ways it probably is. i didn't know what band it was or who the lead singer was because i just didn't but i liked the music and then i was dancing and the guitar player broke a string on his guitar but he kept on playing and he finished the song that way and there was a rip in his jeans and he was sweating even though it was cool almost like fall out side. i tore myself away after a few songs from each band to go back to my mom who was saving us a spot on the lawn. i actually spent most of the time there with her, listening to the bands and just talking and laughing. she really is so cool. and she was worried she'd feel old at a concert with her teenager. that's the great thing about the Cure. no one feels old. Oh, and concert etiquette tip #27: If you are going to dry hump and or dance with and or impregnate someone at a concert, either lay down or do it in the back so that people do not have to watch that instead of the bands they payed money to see. of course the cure was the best thing ever. it was all dark and everyone was waiting and suddenly they were on stage but Robert came on last and i could pick him out on the stage like a little doll and suddenly there he was on the big screen looking just like himself. all that eyeliner and makeup on, robert smith is the only man who can do that with his makeup and have everyone worship him that way. everyone stood up and i stood up too and these jerks infront of us who'd been dancing like posers to the interpol were getting stoned. everything was sparkly lights and i just started dancing the only way a white girl like me can dance. lots of thrusting. writhing. just moving because there's a beat and you just want to be dancing. it was wonderful. i guess i sort of got carried away, i sort of bumped this guy standing next to me. oh boy. a few minutes after i bumped him he moved over by my and started dancing with me. he'd do this weird thing and we'd bump hips. how cute. after a while he told me his name was allen and i told him my name. after a while the hip bumping was getting old and i guess allen could tell but then he came back and stood behind me. so yeah i was dancing because i liked the music and allen was dancing because i think he was, well, i know he was more than a tee bit wipsy. he had a beer in his hand and i'd seen him with one a few times earlier. he told me my hair smells good. thank you allen. he was making me a tad nervous. i could tell after a while he was thinking about a little (ok, a lot) more than dancing. i had a strong feeling. plus, i could feel his strong feelings poking me in the back. my mom was right there so i wasn't too scared of anything, and i managed to get him to back off with a few well placed "chill out"'s and "settle down"'s. he backed off and i was free to dance around again, un-bothered. he came back over to me after a little while and said goodnight, and i got an awkward drunk peck on the cheek. i guess i never consider myself pretty or anything... but this just helps my theory that teenage boys for the most part are like dogs: they're stupid and if you're nice to them, they'll try and hump you. The Cure played all of the songs i wanted them too... plus several others i hadn't realised i's wanted them to play. they played friday i'm in love... and Robert Smith "tripped" on the words. he was really just ad-libbing to the beat for a minute... quite funny. i wonder how many people get to see that? i leaned over to my mom and said "MOm... he forgot the words..." and then when the song ended he said "I didn't forget the words... i just tripped on them." i got to hear Robert Smith trip on his own words. they played why can't i be you. they played the end of the world and lullaby and lovesong and just like heaven! and they closed with boys don't cry. i was almost thinking they woudn't get to just like heaven or boys don't cry and then they left, but they ran right back out! "It looks like we forgot a couple." he said. indeed. everyone sang along. then it was over and i was screaming "I LOVE YOU ROBERT... DON'T GO..." but it was over and we were leaving. there was awful traffic on the belt way at 1:30 in the morning... lovely. i hung my new poster up in my room this morning. i didn't take any pictures... we weren't close enough. but i'll remember this. it was so awesome. and now... some quotes: "Oh... that takes me back." - Robert Smith after playing 'why can't i be you?' "I feel fucking schizophrenic! Aah!" -Robert Smith "We can only play this because it's friday night." - Robert Smith before playing friday i'm in love. "I didn't forget the words...i just tripped over them." -Robert Smith after 'tripping over' the words to Friday i'm in love. "You all have a fucking fantastic day tomorrow." - Robert Smith before ending the night.
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