Whew! Busy week. Lots going on.
Seeing Ingrid Michaelson tonight. Very excited. Well, by the time you read this, I’ll have seen her already, but since I’m TOTALLY PROACTIVE ZOMG, no, NOT the weird acne medication that’s always being promoted by “celebrities” who I think already had nice skin to begin with, I’m writing this early because there’s no way I’ll have time to write it tonight. Because I’ll be concerting. I don’t concert much. Like how I verbified that? I know, I’m pretty fast and loose, English-language-wise. Concerts aren’t usually my cup of tea, but I do make exceptions here and there. I like Ingrid Michaelson a lot.
She’s got a beautiful, clear voice, she graduated from my alma mater (she started the year I graduated, I believe, so I didn’t know her, but I still appreciate that we went to the same school and have the same degree and knew some of my people and had the same professors) and her music is melancholy and soaring and sometimes gives me chills, and that’s my favorite kind of music.
She started to get famous with a song in an Old Navy commercial. Which everyone called “The Sweater Song” but it’s really called “The Way I Am.” Here. Watch. Maybe you remember it:
When this commercial came on, I was still living with my roommate, C. I used to get SO BOPPY when this commercial came on. It made me SO HAPPY. But I’m bad at remembering things. C. is not. She is a music person. So that Christmas, she surprised me with Ingrid Michaelson’s album and said, “Look, it’s the Old Navy sweater song you like so much! Plus other songs! And she went to our college!” C.’s the best.
Our opening act is Scars on 45, and I know I’ve heard them on the radio but can’t think of what they sing. I’m sure I’ll recognize them when they start singing, though.
Aren’t we so excited about my outing? I know I am. I’ve had this ticket for months. The show’s sold out, too. I’m kind of sitting in nosebleed seats, but it’s ok. It’s not a big theater. So, they’re not really nosebleed seats, I suppose. Maybe they’re bang-your-elbow seats or something. Give-yourself-a-charlie-horse seats. Oh, and the show’s at The Egg. Here, I promised Ken once I’d show him The Egg because it’s my favorite building in the area and it’s a building filled with concrete whimsy and I know I showed it to you before but that was BEFORE I knew Ken. I know. Isn’t that sad that there was a before-Ken-time? Totally is. Here you go, Ken. I know you’ll love it, even though you’d want to climb it if you visited, and you can’t. That’s not allowed. You’d slide right off. You’d have to have grappling hooks or something, and you’d probably be arrested.
Fun, right? I don’t know what they were thinking, either, but it just makes me grin every time I see it. Inside it’s kind of industrial-governmental, because it is a state building, but you still know you’re inside a big squashed egg-thing. I love it so. Some architect had a sense of humor. I like that a lot.
OK, I was GOING to write you all another post talking about the concert, but then had so much fun I thought I’d combine it all into one squished-together post. Awesome, right? Sure it is.
OK, so when I showed up, there were a kabillion people there. The Egg doesn’t usually sell out. The audience was a strange mix of people in their fifties and people in their late teens/early twenties. The younger people I get, sort of. The older people were a little perplexing, because I didn’t think that either Scars on 45 or Ingrid Michaelson would have a big baby-boomer-type following. Oh, wait, maybe they’re not baby boomers. Probably baby boomers are super-old now. I guess fifty-year-olds are, what, aging hippies, or something? Cripes.
So I got there and the usher-dude insisted on telling me where my seat was. Fine, fine. He’s all, “See that woman standing down there? She’s in row J. You’re in K. So you’re one row up from her, about 2/3 of the way in.” That seemed very specific and like he knew what he was doing, right? So I followed his instructions but he was TOTALLY WRONG and I was actually on the aisle and had to make the rude little childlings sitting next to me take their rude little feet off the seats in front of them twice to get by. Why do you already have your feet up on the seats? People aren’t even seated yet. You’re going to have to move like 47 times, childlings.
Scars on 45 started, and they were absolutely adorable. They’re a British band and they had lots of energy and kicky accents. And I knew three of their songs! And the one girl in the band’s name was Amy, and she made me laugh when she was introducing the band, because she introduced herself as Amy, only with a British accent so it sounded much cooler, then said, “Or, if that’s confusing, here’s the way you Yanks would say it: AY-MEEE.” And I giggled. After they were done playing, they walked around the audience and took photos and sold albums. They were infectiously energetic. I enjoyed them a great deal.
Here’s my favorite Scars on 45 song they played last night, so you can play along at home.
“Give Me Something”:
Also, the lead singer was extremely easy on the eyes.
Then we had a long break in-between acts so Ingrid Michaelson’s people could set up, and so people could buy merchandise and pee. That meant it was “Amy plays with her phone” time. And guess what! One of my people was there!
Tim, also known as @DecisiveReflex, was AT THE CONCERT! Only he’s quite fancy, so he had superstar seats right down front. So we were tweeting each other, and I was attempting to find him with only the knowledge of his teeny tiny Twitter avatar photo. Which was fairly useless, considering I could only see the back of people’s heads that were sitting in the pit area.
BUT, he’d tweeted a photo of adorable Amy from Scars on 45 (remember the time I almost got kicked out of The Egg for attempting to take a photo of Warren from Buffy? No one seemed to be policing this rule last night. How come when I tried to produce photographic evidence of awesomeness I got cracked down upon by the propriety cops?) so I could kind of figure out where he was sitting. AND I TOTALLY FOUND HIM YO. I am the winner at stalking from a distance. I’m pretty sure that freaked him right the hell out but I was not scary about it. I mean, it’s not like I tweeted him “You look pretty I want to lick your hair” or something. I just told him I was the winner of The Egg. And I totally let him stalk me back. I told him where I was sitting and everything. Then I waved like a goober. It was a nice moment, brought to us by Twitter meeting real life. Also, he didn’t even look in the least bit murdery! Isn’t that nice? NO, I didn’t go down and see him. I know I probably should have. I’m socially awkward and I thought it would be weird and I didn’t want to bother him and he was with people. I KNOW, normal people would have gone and said hi. Sorry to disappoint you. There is nothing “normal people” about me.
Then it was time for Ingrid Michaelson. Who was ADORABLE, you guys. She was wacky and random and non-sequitory and has just the prettiest voice ever. However, here is how I know I am much too old to attend a concert.
The minute she came out, people started SHRIEKING. This isn’t an Aerosmith concert, for the love of Pete. She’s like a quiet singer/songwriter, mostly. With a few faster songs. Like, the shrieking was eardrum-shattering shrieking. The kind that only DOGS could hear. And people all stood up and started that insane trance-dancing that you see at Dave Matthews concerts. WHAT THE HELL. This isn’t a Dave Matthews concert. We’re not all stoned on a lawn. I AM SO EFFING OLD.
The children next to me seemed to think they were at a Lady Gaga concert. They not ONLY did that insane trance-dancing nonsense, they did it with that little-monsters-put-your-paws-up craziness that Lady Gaga followers do. You know, like claw-hands? THE WHOLE TIME. Did I miss a memo? Is Ingrid Michaelson Lady Gaga’s understudy or something?
However, because I am a grownup, I was well-behaved, and still managed to enjoy the concert, and didn’t even yell at the little monsters next to me even once, even when they bopped me in the head when they were trance-dancing with their effing paws up. I didn’t even yell when Ingrid Michaelson covered “I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You” and one of them shouted to the other, “I like this one! It sounds kind of old!” BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS A COVER AND PROBABLY DON’T KNOW WHO ELVIS IS. I AM SO OLD.
Here is an Ingrid Michaelson song from last night, so you, too, can enjoy. And you will fall in love with her and want to see her, too. And you CAN! She is TOURING right now! She is awesome, you’ll love. Go, go. At one point, she made up new lyrics to “Freebird” that made one of her backup singers laugh so hard she couldn’t sing anymore.
“You and I” (I like this one because it’s just so adorable. I want a house in the south of France!):
Oh, and and AND, additional proof I am old: she sang a song and I was all, I LOVE THIS I MUST FIND IT AND OWN IT FOR MY VERY OWWWNNNN, and it’s a Rihanna cover. I AM THE OLDEST YO. (Also, why do I suddenly dig Rihanna? What the hell? This isn’t the first time this has happened to me. Why am I a secret Rihanna fan?)
“We Found Love” (from someone’s YouTube video I found online, not mine, obviously, because I FOLLOWED THE RULES OF NO RECORDING, THE EGG! GIMME A DAMN AWARD!):
Then it was getting super-duper late and I was getting tired and crotchety but she hadn’t played my favorite song of hers yet. And I was SO HOPING this wasn’t going to be an Indigo Girls concert situation where she DIDN’T play my favorite song and I would be heartbroken because it’s really, really pretty and it makes me cry, even though I knew everyone would be trance-dancing all through it because people didn’t seem to realize you don’t need to trance-dance even through the slow songs. But YAY, she played it! Even though she played it last and I was so so tired. And yeah, I might have teared up a little. I love it that much.
What, you want to hear it? You can. I’ll let you. There’s no video, but you can at least listen.
Aren’t the harmonies gorgeous? It’s even better live. Even though I’m about as cranky as anyone can possibly be today, I’m glad I stayed for it. So, so beautiful.
Then I went to the bathroom and had to listen to people complaining while I waited that “GAH! The people in back of me were SO MAD I was STANDING UP and DANCING during the SHOW! Don’t they KNOW that’s what you DO during a CONCERT? They said they couldn’t SEE! So I told them to MOVE! HA HA HA!” Stay classy, Teen Angel.
So, what did we learn about concerts today?
- I am too old to attend concerts
- People stand up and dance around a lot in concerts, even the kind with seats
- Ingrid Michaelson and Scars on 45 are the awesome
- “Paws up” transcends all performers, apparently
- Screaming “woooo!” really loud is what you do at concerts, especially in the quiet bits
- People still yell “Freebird!” at concerts (really? That wasn’t even funny when “Freebird” was a thing)
- I’m super-tired today and apparently need about 76 hours of sleep a night to survive because I am a delicate flower
Happy Wednesday! I am going to dinner with a friend tonight, won’t that be fun? Yes it will! It’s a week of adventure here in Amy-ville!