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…along with his friends Andy and Stewart.

The Police played at the Oakland Coliseum last night for the first time in twenty-four years. I was there, twenty-four years ago, which means I am old. Because only an old person would go to a show on The Police reunion tour and ask for ear plugs at the first aid station. And only someone old (or someone getting over the stomach flu) would not drink one drop of alcohol at said reunion concert, even though new favorite beer by Kona Brewing Company was on tap. Damn flu.
keep reading So this guy named Gordon* kept me up too late last night

In October of 1983, I went to my very first concert.* It was Day on the Green #3, presented by Bill Graham at the Oakland Coliseum. The bands on the bill were The Fixx, The Thompson Twins, Madness, Oingo Boingo, and the headliner, The Police. I believe our tickets were something like $17 and I think it was general admission. The show started at 2 pm or so and went late into the night. It was totally rad and tubular, and like, so awesome.

Shortly after the Synchronicity tour ended, the band dissolved.

Twenty-four years later, the Police are coming back.

To the Oakland Coliseum.

This time, Oingo Boingo, The Fixx, The Thompson Twins, and Madness will not be there.

But I will.

Last time, tickets were $17.

This time, they’re $225.

Back then, Sting was 32 years old.

Now he’s 55 (and oh so much hotter).

In 1983, my friend’s mom (who was the coolest mom), drove and chaperoned us.

This June 13, I’ll be there with my new husband.

This time, just like the last time, I’m so excited I could pee.

*I bought a Police t-shirt and wore it proudly until the blue, yellow, and red bands of color faded away. I wore the shirt when I saw the 1984 Olympic torch come through my city. I wouldn’t remember wearing the shirt then except I have a picture, taken with my mom’s Kodak DISC camera. Me, holding the Olympic torch like I am so cool, wearing a Police Synchronicity muscle tee.

I have The Weathergirls on my iPod.

I need new music.

Please recommend an album. Tell me the last one you bought. My music collection needs an extreme makeover.

Yesterday Matte and I trekked up to Berkeley to see Eddie From Ohio play two shows at the Freight & Salvage Coffehouse. Eddie From Ohio is actually from Virginia, not Ohio. But the drummer (who’s name happens to be Eddie!) is originally from Ohio, hence the name. The show was awesome and they rocked the house like no one I’ve ever seen at the Freight.
keep reading The Freight & Salvage*

This NaBloPoMo thing is hard. Having to think of something to write each day is challenging enough, but trying to come up with something people might want to read? That causes me serious brain farts. But after yesterday’s brunch with Schnozz and Moose, I realized I was trying too hard. See, they make it look easy. Now I realize I should just write what I want to write. If people want to read it? Bonus! If they hate it and leave mean comments? Well, I have the power to delete those comments, and I will, so go ahead and try. And what if I write something that pisses someone off? Well, great! Because this guest list of mine for the wedding is too long anyway.

And, if all else fails, and I can’t think of anything to post about? I’m not above stealing an idea from someone else.

keep reading My soundtrack

My sister wants me to go with her to New Wave City on Saturday for her birthday. She tells me that at midnight they’ll probably do a block of Duran Duran songs, maybe lasting a whole hour! I hope I can stay awake that late. Now where’d I put that fedora?

That’s a costume I wore to work a few years ago. This year, I’m not wearing anything. Er…I mean, I don’t have a costume. Anyway, you may notice from the photo that I go a little overboard with themes. Those posters? Dug them out of my sister’s keepsakes as mine had been thrown out years ago. My entire cube was filled with posters of Simon, Nick, John, Roger, and Andy. That’s Duran Duran for you non Durannies. And that weird electronic item with the rectangular box next to it? That’s called a record player, kids. In my day, we put large, flat, round things called records (or LPs) on it and a needle glided through the grooves in the vinyl to make high quality sounds. It was awesome.

Speaking of totally tubular music, please give me some music recommendations in the comments. My iPod has been boring me of late, and I’m dangerously close to digging out my Scritti Politti 12-inch singles.