Born To Resist

I was just thinking about the first time I watched The Wall. I was in high school and my Mom rented it for me. Half way through my Dad said “This is totally different when you’re not stoned.”

Of all the amazing imagery in that movie, the part that sticks with me the most is when Pink shaves his nipples off.

Quality time with Mom & Dad.

Puck. Puck. Puck. I love you because you look like a little baby Peter Furler who is cruel to others.

I’m officially a crazy mom-fan of Dave Grohl. I found a link of him singing at the White House and now it’s on a Dave Grohl fansite.

Click the picture and it will take you to the website- where you will find my name. Because I’m a crazy fan. If there had been internet when I loved JTT*- I would have been all up on the crazy fan sites.

*I have to explain that I loved Jonathon Taylor Thomas. I had a poster of him above my bed. I was 12. Here’s a picture of my Home Improvement hunk of Teen Beat magazine goodness:

90's vest and all. Oh and I'm pretty sure that bouquet is for me.

I usually have no reason to visit that great oasis of the Nevada desert. Oh, but I had the best reason this weekend. I finally got to see Them Crooked Vultures. Not only did Cam & get to see them, we were in the 2nd row on the floor. I was 8 feet away from John Paul Jones playing all sorts of crazy instruments. I was also really close to Josh Homme singing- I know he does it for some of the ladies, not so much me. He did amuse me with his cheesy Las Vegas performer singing. The gloves and cigarette lighting were a genius piece of rock and roll bravado. I will give him that. Most importantly, I was so stinkin’ close to a certain drummer. Holy Moly. Them poor drums. Snot beaten out of them. I’m not exaggerating when I say that this was the best show I’ve been to. Ever. I was even standing next to a girl who kept trying to creep her way in front of me. I gave her the evil eye. Especially after she was a jerk about Dave. I also got body slammed by a drunk idiot trying to mosh/get in front. My husband pushed him off of me, twice. I got crazy and yelled at him while shoving him and said “GET OFF OF ME. NOW.” No one was ruining my concert. I wonder if drunk guy would be ashamed knowing that I was a Mom/Sunday School teacher/cat lady and I shoved him off of me at a rock show? Booya.

Here’s a bit of a highlight: I saw Dave before the show. I turned into a 12 year old Jonas Brothers fan and squealed “It’s Dave. Dave Grohl”. I then hit my husband in his ribcage. We followed him out into the casino, expecting pandemonium. I mean the guy walked out of a door at the Hard Rock Hotel bearing his image and likeness. Nothing. No one yelled “HOLY CRUD! It’s DAVE!” I think it’s because he’s so slight. He’s not terribly noticeable in Vegas. I noticed him though. Nothing came of the following, he went into a restaurant. I was just stoked to see him. Did I mention I’m 12?

We got into the show and were about 3rd row in on the floor. For some reason all the abnormally tall people took the front. Whatever. I will stand on my tip toes for 2 hours to see Dave. I stood in one spot for 6 hours, while pregnant to watch Foo Fighters play at the Grammys. By the time the show started, I had wiggled to 2nd row. Not in a shady way either. It just happened. I will call it God’s providence. I stood next to a guy who had clearly seen Led Zeppelin in his younger years. He took about 500 pictures of JPJ. He also had brought binoculars if he had been further back. When I told him he wouldn’t need them he smiled and said “I’ll be able to see the serial number on his bass.” At one point he gave John Paul Jones a thumbs up and Mr. Jones winked at him. That’s how close we were. That’s how cool JPJ is.

I was a child when Nirvana was around. I wasn’t really into them as a 10 year old. Nonetheless, I’ve wanted to see Dave drum for a long time. I guess it was one of those “bucket list” items. I have seen so many videos of him playing drums, but to be there, to watch in person. Whoa. I couldn’t believe how he kept it up for 2 hours. I also was quite entranced by him tying his shoe. I find odd things enthralling (some might say Dave in general is one of those things). Here’s my whole concert experience:

There’s John Paul Jones. Holy crap. He’s playing a mandolin. Watch his fingers. Can you believe you’re watching him play?

Oh, wait. There’s Dave. He’s drumming. Singing. Ohh… his hair is swinging around. Can you believe you’re watching him play?

Back and forth. Between Dave & John for the 2 hours they played. I did watch Josh Homme and bald guy for awhile. Not really the focus, for me.

I was front and center for John Paul Jones piano solo. Just watching his feet move on the pedals was fantastic. My brother had told me before the show to “just watch his hands when he plays”. So I did. I could not believe the agility.

By the end of the concert, my feet felt like bricks, my back felt like my vertebrae had melded into one solid piece of bone, I looked like I had two black eyes, and I smelled like a locker room. I was happy as a clam.

I have to add this little note: I’m really glad that my husband and I are into the same things. I love that we can both go to a show and dig the heck out of it, and then talk about it the rest of the next day. While we were in line there were 3 women in front of me and they had left their husbands at home to come to the show. Cameron was not in line at the time and they asked who I was there with and I said “My husband.” They looked a little shocked. That’s right ladies. I like my husband, he likes me and we like the same music. He also will take shots to the ribcage when I see Dave Grohl… he’s a good man.

I am tired. I went to bed around 3, up at 6:30.So goes the life of a vacationing mom. I did have time though to read this:

Intriguing set of pictures, no? Just go to the link. It made me laugh really hard in my comatose state.

On the way home last week I started a Pandora station for the kids. We’re not big on kid’s music in the car. They dig what we dig. But I thought it might be fun to see what came up. I, of course enjoyed the Disney classics and a few Veggie Tales’ songs. Then the most horrendous thing happened: Alvin and the Chipmunks came on. They were singing: ALL THE SMALL THINGS by Blink 182. I am not Blink 182’s biggest fan. I’m not even a fan. I’m not even willing to listen to Blink 182.

I also talked to my brother, Aaron the music guy, about good kid’s music last week. He brought up Johnny Cash’s kid’s album with The Dinosaur Song. What a fun kid’s CD- it’s quality. I love Mr. Cash and for him to be singing about dinosaurs to my 3 year old, it makes my day!

I used some Amazon gift card $ from Swagbucks to buy music for the kids. I got the Johnny Cash album and a few Rockabye Baby rendition songs:

-Kashmir by Led Zeppelin (most epic song opening, even in lullaby form)

- Enter Sandman by Metallica (Metallica isn’t really my cup of tea, but how could I resist buying this song to help put my children to sleep?)

-Come as You Are by Nirvana (for the nights they wear their flannel jammies to sleep)

-Wish you were Here by Pink Floyd (I just ♥ this song)

-You’re my Best Friend by Queen (We played this song at our wedding)

What good kid’s music do you like?? Any hints?

Today is a good FANTASTIC  day. Cameron woke me up with this news “Do you want to go see Them Crooked Vultures in Las Vegas?” In my Theraflu daze (I’ve had a sore throat since last night),  I said “YES!” That snapped me awake.  Can I just say that my husband is awesome?

It’s finally happening- I get to see Dave Grohl play drums. Check that off the list.

Baby Dave.

I may be one to get the Led out. I may also be the one to listen to Probot on the way to church. I might just be the chick that listens to whatever sounds the loudest on the speakers when I don’t have my kids in the car. That doesn’t stop me from having a soft spot in my heart for 60’s pop sensations like Frankie Vallie, Dusty Springfield and Lesley Gore. I listened to KOLA 99.9 & KERTH 101.1 growing up before Air 1 came into it’s modern form. I had a radio in my room and it was always turned to oldies stations. I know you all may be a little surprised to know that I enjoy oldies. It reminds me of cleaning my room and thinking that I understood all these lovelorn people on the radio, well, because I had a crush on someone at church that just didn’t quite understand. When I hear the “KOLA 99.9″ intro it reminds me of being in my room on a Saturday evening with the smell of a fresh cut lawn and maybe the BBQ going. It takes me back to just enjoying life and simply being a kid.

So, tonight I will sit and listen to all these former pop stars on my Pandora station and remember when I was about 9 years old in my very pink bedroom.

I haven’t watched anything from the Grammys last night. I wasn’t terribly interested. I’m thrilled that Kings of Leon won awards, but then baffled by The Black Eyed Peas winning anything. EVER. Then I’m utterly dismayed that Nickleback was even nominated. How do I take you seriously Grammy Awards??

There is a love hate relationship between me and Award shows. When it goes my way I celebrate, when it doesn’t I find solace in the idea that what I like isn’t main-stream enough to win. Aren’t I sort of a media snot?

Two years ago Cameron and I got to go to part of the Grammy Awards. I say “part” because we weren’t inside the Staples center, but outside in the Nokia theater area. We stood there for hours and hours. I was pregnant, I had to pee, I was tired. I had been puking my guts out the day before with morning sickness. Yet, I stood stalwart. I did not move for about 6 hours from one spot. You see, Cameron had won tickets to this… this magical moment. We were going to see the Foo Fighters preform. Not only was I to be 10 feet away from Mr. Grohl, but JOHN PAUL JONES was going to be there! In the words of GOB Bluth, “C’MON!” Who would not want to see this? This was long before TCV was on the horizon and it was pretty special to see a member of Led Zeppelin on stage. I enjoyed rubbing it in my brother’s face until he got to go last year and see both of them preform a full concert, now I don’t say much of anything. Anyway, Cameron and I waited. We watched them bring out equipment, set stuff up. We listened to the TV people lie to us about how many songs the Foo Fighters were going to play. We heard stupid people that had won from KROQ complain that alchohol wasn’t being served. We heard people asking who John Paul Jones was. I even heard these two exchanges:

“What band is the guy from?”

“The Sex Pistols I think.”

and

“Who is preforming with them?”

“John Bonham.”

Can I just say to the first one, GET OUT! Leave the area immediately and go play in traffic.

To the second, unless we were waiting for a magical drumming seance to occur, I don’t think that’s going to happen. (If you don’t know, John Bonham was the drummer for Led Zeppelin, he died in 1980.)

Added Bonus to our evening of awesome was Jason Bateman was the emcee. When we finally got to see the Foo and JPJ preform it was fantastic. I was stunned and couldn’t believe how lucky my hubby was when it came to winning Foo tickets (that’s not the first or last thing he’s won). Screaming along to “The Pretender” on live television was about as rad as it gets for a fan.

Here’s the link to the video:

Foo Fighters at the 2008 Grammy Awards.

I’m going to admit it, I go to this Dave Grohl fansite- only sometimes! I don’t visit it for the pictures. I read it for the content! (I’ve always wanted to say that because it was always such a B.S. excuse for looking at girly mags from dudes/Homer Simpson.) Back to why I’m writing. I found this on there last night:

Beyond the Pale Poster Design

Great, great poster. I love how proper “John Paul Jones Vulture” is. So British. Can I just say as someone that has seen Mr. JPJ the Great in person, that his vulture captures him quite well? Well, when I saw him he didn’t look like he was going to strangle anyone with a rope… maybe it’s all in the monocle.

*Click here for a large image from Sweet Paramania*