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Things I never say. - A little less than a happy high
komos
komos
Things I never say.
Music enters my life largely by accident. I'll stumble onto artists because a friend drags me to a show, or hands me a mix, or just outright says, "I think you'd really like..." More often, it's just sheer dumb luck. I experienced Bjork's vocal acrobatics for the first time through a live rendition of Coldsweat on MTV's 120 Minutes while visiting a friend who had concurrent insomnia. I found Pixies while wandering in the city looking for something to do after having been dumped by someone who "didn't want to be in love with two people at the same time..." There was a girl who dragged me down to Park Street from the end of the Green Line because she was totally crushing on a busker that had been playing pretty regularly down there. We sat against pillars and watched Mary Lou Lord play for at least an hour. Probably more. I was pretty surprised to learn that I have "Indie Rock Cred" for having had experiences like these. I'm still not entirely sure what having "Indie Rock Cred" is.

At any rate, I got to see Mary Lou do a free show today, which was pretty fantastic. I meant to say how much I appreciated her coming out and playing, but I'm enough of a dork that I managed to forget even to ask what CDs she had with her. At thirty-six, I still can't talk to strangers, much less artists whose work I've admired for years. I'm guessing that shyness places a substantial drag on my "cred." Whatever.

The performance was still a bright spot in a week that's been a little lacking in them. Was good to see V- briefly, too. The real regret comes from not having thought to carry the camera.
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teddywookie From: teddywookie Date: September 9th, 2005 07:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
Sometimes it's good to not carry the camera to totally enjoy the experience. I don't think anyone here would rather you were fiddling with shutter speeds instead of crowd surfing.
komos From: komos Date: September 9th, 2005 07:39 pm (UTC) (Link)
You would think that after all this time, I'd have a least one shot of her singing through the hair that's fallen in her face... like it does.
From: ex_cayetana730 Date: September 9th, 2005 07:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
Well it's a very strange relationship, no matter how cool you are. When you listen to someone's music for so long, you feel you know them, you develop an intimate way of thinking about the artist, they are with you when you are by yourself, they seem to put their very soul out there just for you.

Then you find yourself in a very small social environment like today and you're like "woah this person is actually a stranger and I feel like I have violated them by appreciating their music so much and feeling like I know them."

And then she has to stand there and talk to people who don't know what to say to her. She doesn't know us and she probably has no idea what to say to us either and she's probably tired and felt like she totally messed up that song and just wants to go look at guitars and go home.

I don't think you should blame yourself for being shy. It's a very uncomfortable situation any way you approach it.

I'm sure she just appreciated people coming out who knew her and didn't mind that her voice is wobbly.
komos From: komos Date: September 9th, 2005 07:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm not at all torn up about it, it just got me thinking to all of the other times I've seen her play. I feel incredibly lucky.
wildflowersoul From: wildflowersoul Date: September 9th, 2005 07:44 pm (UTC) (Link)
The last time I saw Mary Lou playing in the subway I grinned like an idiot, let a train that was going my way go by, and accidentally made eye-contact. Drew tried to get me to go say something to her, but I turned bright red and hid behind a pole. Even though she clearly saw me and I was clearly sticking around to hear her play.
komos From: komos Date: September 9th, 2005 07:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
See, I've never seen Mary Lou as an icon. She's just my favorite busker ever. The last time she returned to Boston and I found her in the subway, I sat and listened to her for a while and then managed to work up the courage to talk to her.

The first time was 15, 16 years ago? That blows my mind.
sinspired From: sinspired Date: September 9th, 2005 08:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
Two words: Camera Phone.

And damn, wish you could hear the show I just did sound for... there's very few things that hit the radio in it... :)
komos From: komos Date: September 9th, 2005 08:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
I left the phone with my bag at the office. I are smrt.

What show now?
sinspired From: sinspired Date: September 9th, 2005 10:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
Latest post... :)
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