Sinister: Hey, He's Saying Exactly What We're Thinking!

[m.e. curtin]

Captain's Log: 23:47
I'm not the man I used to be.

Hee HEE!  That's because I went to my first and, in all probability, last
Belle and Sebastian concert ever.  Now, I know that I never post, but I
also know that you don't want to know why, so suffice to say that it has
come to my attention in the past that I am rather uninteresting.  So I
will now continue, if ever briefly, my streak of boring writing.

Anyway, due to some strange fluke, I ended up going to the Detroit show
with my dear friend, but I won't bore you with needless detail, instead
I'll bore you with necessary detail.  So, here commences the tale of my
journey "down south" rendered categorical.

Clause A: Stuart Murdoch, Part-time Telepath
So, Mr. Murdoch chooses to discuss in his onstange banter everything that
my friend and I had discussed at length earlier in the day.  FOr instance,
why is Detroit's downtown deserted?  I remember Detroit as a young lass,
and let me tell you it was a very different Detroit.  When did Ghostown
USA Chic become popular?  And then Mr. Murdoch also discussed the strange
"PRay here for the TIgers" sign on the church (of which, by the way, I
have a picture should it be required for the record books).  So
Stuart is clearly reading my mind, so now I know that my random
observations on the city of Detroit were not singular.

Clause B: Songs Songs and My Lack of Recollection
I had every intention of writing down the setlist, but I was so caught up
in my inane commentary that I forgot to do so.  I was, however, reasonably
impressed with the selection, and would have only been happier had either
of the following occurred: a)Stevie and Stuart cover "Daddy Sang
Bass" with Stevie as Daddy and Stuart as Mama, or, more realistically,
b)They play the song "Belle and Sebastian."  I know it's a simple song,
but it's my favourite, and, after all, it IS their title track!

	Subsection B.i.: Neil and the News
	Yes, the version of "Baby Love" or whatever it's called to
	commemorate the birth of Mr. Neil's child was quite adorable.  I
	hope I've never said anything bad about Neil in the past, because 
	if I did I would be a terrible person.  Way to go on the
	babymaking.

Clause C: The State Theatre
Oh la la!  C'est vraiment B*Y*Z*A*N*C*E!  Except when the lights turn on
and you see the peeling paint.  NO no, it was really a cute the-ay-tur.

	Subsection C.i.: What was the purpose of the wristband?  Because
	if it was to designate minors it didn't seem to work.  I had the
	same "band placement" as my very much older friends, and yet I am
	not, as the Casino security guards can attest, 21.  Maybe the
	bouncery guy gave me the benefit of the 5 month doubt.

	Subsection C.ii.: To the adorable to the point of envy-making
	couple who sat in front of me, I'm really sorry I made you switch 
	seats.  I'm not usually so bastardy, but I was gripped with some
	irrational compulsion to have my line-of-sight perfect.  Bad
	comments about Neil or not, perhaps I AM a terrible person. 

Clause D: Give the People the Bip Bop!
Yes, Stevie's dancing is quite out of this world isn't it?  It had a
tendency to look like he was being attacked by something, but it was all
very charming nonetheless.  But why was no one in the crowd moving?  I
mean, God knows I hate dancing, but I expected something.  Instead I had
to be content with some odd hippity-hoppity-ing in my seat as I sang
along.

	Subsection D.i.: It's actually quite hard to sing along to these
	songs when you can't get the song "It's my Life" by Talk Talk out
	of your head.  Somewhat disappointing on my part.

Clause E: The Great Crossing
Yes, about this border security business, I thought the levels of
awareness were supposed to have been ridiculously high.  I was expecting
to have to give blood at the border just to get in.  Instead, we
discovered that it was like the 1989 levels of security.  They didn't ask
us anything!!!!  I felt so...cheated.  I wanted to be interrogated.  All
we got was the bastardy guy on the way home ("Oh, you WATCHED a concert
did you, you didn't GO to the concert?"  Shut the fuck up, punk, you KNOW
what we MEANT!!!!!!!)  Furthermore, is the question "Do you have any
firearms?" really valid?  I mean, how many people do they expect will say,
"Actually, sir, I have several sawed-off shotguns in my trunk.  Is that
some sort of problem for you?"  

Clause F: Busriding for a Hobby, but NOT by Choice
Yes, even though I only live 3 hours from Detroit, I spent 6 hours on
buses today, so that we could stop in every hick town in rural Ontario for
NO ONE TO GET ON OR OFF!!!!!!  Argh!  After about the fourth hour this
skid sitting next to me asked me what I was reading.  After several more
questions he became very agitated to discover that Evelyn Waugh is no
lady.  "WHat the hell kinda name is Evelyn for a boy??"  I was
half-tempted to inform said skid that Mr. Waugh's first wife's name was
also Evelyn, but I didn't want to worry the poor man.....plus I never
wanted to talk to him in the first place.



So, such is my transmission.  I really did enjoy the show, and I hope
everyone who gets to their shows had just as fun a time as I did.  Seeing
my favourite band live completely restored my faith in my musical
tastes.  And to think I almost backed out of attending the concert.....

Anyway, thanks for sticking with me, and take care, everyone.

Yours, byzanciliciously,
Marybeth

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