Seduced.

Imagine Dragons may or may not have raped me from my innocence Friday night, much like most of this generation has been through the musical stylings of a one Lady Gaga.

But before we indulge, we must retrogress.  

The evening dawned while in line for the show at Velour.  We were 17th or so.  The competing venue, Muse, was obnoxiously trying to lure fans from the headlined Dragons on promises of MTV film crews and a cheaper cover.  It was a hard decision. I just couldn't decide.

Seriously? No. Who were they kidding? Let's leave the coveted Dragons and go for twelve seconds on a dying network.  It's not as if we were appearing on the Shore. And if we were, I would always choose ID.

Dragons. Always. Absolutely.

Alas, the poor, struggling music cafe surrendered to a sub par crowd and we continued our quest to catch glimpses of Fox and Reynolds conversing through the curtains behind the red V adorning the window sill of the Velour.  Delightful.

The pre-gamed, 30-something group that had been waiting longer than us had entered first.  It was 8:10 and they were already gone. Oh, and they brought children. I would love to be their child, watching mommy piss faced and dancing. Thank goodness it's a dry venue, poison control would have had to be contacted.


My excitement was uncontrollable. Or it was. I don't recall my exact actions. But in my head I was screaming.


After twenty minutes of standing four feet and two people back from the stage, Links took the center and played a set that was nothing less than fantastic. 

Hello Amsterdam played next.  Although their stage presence was not there, they offer mild thrills and entertainment.  You can download their album legally and for free here.


Dragons were next.  We had moved more to the center by now, away from some of the blacked out bimbos whipping their hair in our face and making atrocious noises and gestures.  Plus, our view of the front man was crystal. 

They took the floor.  I died. Right there at the Velour.

Their set was amazing.  Me and Dan screamed lyrics to each other, not once, but twice. Of course his were the only ones coming through speakers. Can I just say, him screaming at me and me at him, both with scarily intense and satisfying faces, was one of the greatest moments in recent times.


Afterwards, we chatted with him about our intensity and awesomeness.  Snapped a few flashes and Makayla took a lot of restraint when she didn't drop her pants in front of him.

I mean, I look twelve, but it's fine.

If you would like to see a couple videos I took of the performance, Click here.

Granted they aren't the best quality. Don't sue me. Also, sometimes they go to his crotch.  This is completely unintentional. I wasn't paying attention to the camera.

*Side Note: I will be volunteering at Velour now! Can you say my foot is in the door? I can't wait. That's all. 

Historical Moments, Expressed Flawlessly

Early 2010: A Pictorial

Sometimes I bring a camera, Sometimes I don't.  Here's a nibble from the cookie that is 2010:

LP PHOTOSHOOT, JAN

 

VEGAS

 

Disneyland

  

overturned semi. madness.

 

crisis calls for drastic measures.

 

 

A digi pic if forever. Thank you for joining in on the fun.

Vintage Flea Market

Acquired items: A chest, six ties (two clip-on), a clock.

Money spent: 33 dollars.

These treasures will be in my possession until death. They are authentically beautiful and original.

I want to live at the Velour for the remainder of my heart.

Here are some tasty treats for your eyes:

Vintage tie deluxxe

 Favorite. Clip-on. 

 

Best Purchase Ever

Ice Cream

I am eating ice cream.

Ben & Jerry's Creme Brulee. I eat ice cream with a baby-like spoon. It works with yogurt too. Cottage Cheese? Yeah. Any soft dairy product, really.

It's Sunday night.

I am listening to Back Ted N-Ted. Don't know them? Look them up here.

Just pondering on this weekend. Eventful, Non-eventful, Stressful, and Stress-free.

I don't like my job, Friday was no exception. It took a great deal not to junk punch a coworker. I couldn't junk punch a client, it would be bad for business. I decided to be a hermit that night. Shocking, I know. Three Redbox movies and Cafe Rio. No human contact. It was delightful.


Saturday was the night. A complete 180. The night was focused on Imagine Dragons. They played a set that was nothing less than adequate at Velour in Provo. Of course we creeped them afterward. Snapped a few memories, gave them homemade stickers to paste in LA, embraced for a little bit. They played Selene, my favorite.

The night, however, did not start with ID.  We made a Hello Panda run at Chao's, the fantastic Asian market on University Ave. just off of Center in Provo. Of course we had to stock up on Hi-Chew and Tim Tams. The real Tim Tams. From Australia. Not the Peppridge Farm business... Why we can get them in Chao's is confusingly terrific.

Walking down Center we stopped into an antique shop that, for reason's unknown, we had never seen before. Gems galore. No purchases, but we will be returning.

Homemade Stickers to plaster all over Provo was what we were partaking of next. The creativity flowed through our fingers, and we made some gifts for our favorite Vegas band as we were seeing them in just a few short hours. Wild sayings, thought provoking phrases, it was all there.

After vandalizing many lamp posts, drinking fountains, dilapidated boarded windows, etc., we squeezed our way to the middle of the venue floor and waited for Dan and company to grace us with their presence. Of course we sang, of course we danced, of course we fainted periodically from the talent oozing from the stereo system. After our meet and greet and promises of some ID vandalism in LA next week, we ended the night. Right there. Nothing else happened... to your knowledge.

Sunday was quiet. Three hours of church, small family dinner, Jersey Shore marathon on the couch kinda quiet. No complaints.

I love the weekend. But I love what is happening this week even more.

Remember: Sing like a pirate, Sip like a gypsy.