This is going to be a quickie, to get that freaking “American Pie” picture off the top of the homepage. For some reason that thing was really starting to bother me.
I was driving this morning, running an errand (so to speak), and something popped into my head that might or might not make a good Question of the Day. So, I’ll give it a shot…
During my Atlanta record weasel years, you see, I almost never paid to see a band. Oh, I had connections. And one day some hipster guy handed me a pair of tickets for a show at a tiny hole-in-the-wall club.
“You’ve got to check these guys out,” he said. “They’re gonna be HUGE!”
Yeah, yeah. It was always the same pitch: everybody’s gonna be HUGE. I looked at the band’s name on the ticket, and I’d never heard of them. I told him I’d try to make it, and meant what I said. I’d grown semi-cynical, but still loved live music — especially the free kind.
But I happened to be in the early stages of a relationship at the time, and the two of us ended up “staying in” for the evening. If you know what I mean. When one thing started leading to another, those tickets moved waaaaaay down the list of priorities.
So, I missed the show in order to engage in shenanigans with a girlfriend, and the name of the band we ditched that night? Some outfit out of Seattle, called Pearl Jam.
When it was happening, the decision was a slam-dunk. There wasn’t even one second of hesitation. But now I realize what a huge mistake I made. Clumsy sex on a bed with wheels (“let’s see if we can make it all the way to the kitchen this time!”) happened occasionally. But seeing Pearl Jam in a tiny club before their first album was even released… That’s a once in a lifetime, right?
So, that’s yer Question: What important events have you blown-off because of a hormonal hijack? Use the comments link below to tell us your stories.
Also, on the flipside, what ridiculous things have you willingly endured, believing it might lead to sex later in the evening? (Thanks JDL, for the Question-enhancement!) I once saw the Commodores for that reason, as well as Rick Springfield, and several horrible foreign films that almost caused me to cry from boredom. What about you?
I’ll be back tomorrow, with a real update.
See ya then.