james wears a dress and my greatest moment in history.
anyway i told sean i would blog about this and i know it’s odd deriving pleasure from something like this but i palmed a sweaty(very, in fact) billy corgan! yes, I TOUCHED BILLY CORGAN. isn’t that amazing? the band was leaving through the front, minimal security, no designated pathway or such so everyone just started crowding around them and grabbing whatever flesh they could. anyway since everyone was doing it, me being me, i decided have my piece of billy too. i mean i have never actually done this before so it was exhilirating to say the least. it actually helps in times as such to be petite, so you can meander your way through the other human bodies to get closer to the band.
so that night zwan gave a mightily forgettable performance at patten gym, which doesn’t really bother me at all since zwan was like some billy lineup experiment gone bad anyway. plus a horrendous sound system and queens of stone age was just noise, like construction work noise, the music didn’t matter much that night i was there for billy. me, with all my celebrity whore tendencies. it was always about billy after the pumpkins, that narcicisstic control freak of a bastard. all i could remember from that gig was that everyone was just cheering for jimmy, reinstated after being unceremoniously replaced by a drum machine.
most of all i love d’arcy, just like how i love kim deal and kim gordon. i think women bass players are like sex on bass. come to think of it, all that sweat on my palm is sort of, well, gross.
