wednesday, may 19th. i definitely remember the date of this one. that's because my dad had hip replacement surgery the morning before. and was still in the hospital recovering on wednesday. and didn't know i skipped town to go see a show. and still does not know the exact whereabouts of his daughter that night. whoops. ...but i really really really wanted to see local natives!
so that's what i did. i drove two hours on over to mojo's, caught the tail end of suckers, and met up with some friends who were in town from chicago, as well as my new friend carolina that i met a few days before in lawrence at the noise fm show. (isn't my life awesome? i know, you're jealous.)
we attempted to wriggle our way forward to the front of the sold out venue; key work being "attempted". this turned out to be impossible, so we turned around and wriggled our way back out and settled for an awkward spot right at the bar. why awkward, you ask? because i'm twenty and all the bartenders kept looking at me expectantly, and all i had to offer them was an idiotic grin and a wave of my hand with the giant, ugly X marked on it. sorry guys. my bad. it didn't take much to lift the guilt away though; the sweet sweet sounds of local natives' harmonies were enough to make... [insert noun] [insert verb]. pretty much any of those will work if they involve something like "hardened criminals" and "melt". but yeah, to put it more concretely, local natives blew my mind and gave me goosebumps. they sounded just like their album, if not better. and even though i couldn't see the stage very well, they have some pretty crazy-awesome fashion and haircuts.
post-show involved one friend storming out... and two friends getting more and more drunk and becoming BFFs with brian from suckers. things proceeded to get really weird. nora sucked down about a million blueberry vodka something or others, forced me to call wethematthew (why didn't we call ben fong, nora?!), and effectively convinced suckers that the three of us (me, nora and olivia) were witches because we all were wearing black. someone had a cape on... olivia discovered her shirt was like a cape... someone was high and then there were people doing the conga... nora scolded me every time i tried to leave... yeah. i really have no idea. but i eventually left and drove back to st. louis. it was great and it was weird. just another show, you know.
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