I really love the covers of pop songs that Johnny Cash did late in his career (U2, Nine Inch Nails, Depeche Mode, etc).
I know it's probably sort of wrong to say this, but I really wish he'd lived long enough to do a cover of Poker Face.
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My show last Monday was so much fun. I'm going to post a recap soon. I'm doing the same set tonight (and videotaping it) - I should have the video up next week.
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I performed at my first open mic last week. It was way less scary than I imagined. Well, except that I did a joke about green dye being toxic, and there was a guy in the front row who had tattooed his entire body (including his face and scalp) green. But whatever. Irony is funny, right?
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One more weekend of job #2, then ACL weekend (and a house-full of house-guests), and I'll finally (FINALLY!) have a weekend off again. I'm so excited.
Showing posts with label ACL fest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ACL fest. Show all posts
Monday, September 27, 2010
Sunday, October 18, 2009
As promised
Dear Internets,
Four years ago, a friend convinced me that I should buy an extra 3-day pass to ACL Fest, and sell the ticket once the festival sold out.
By early summer, ACL Fest still hadn't sold out. The friend who suggested I buy the extra ticket flaked out completely and decided not to go to the festival at all. I had an extra ticket and no one to go with.
On an impulse, I offered my extra ticket to a friend who was in Arkansas finishing up his last year of law school. Abe and I had kept in touch off and on since high school, but had recently been emailing each other more frequently: he had torn his Achilles tendon earlier that summer at an ultimate frisbee tournament and, since he couldn't drive or walk well, had been essentially housebound for several months. I had an insane boss whose weird demands kept me from having a social life. We were both having fairly miserable summers.
To my surprise, Abe said he'd love to take my extra ticket. He only had one class on Fridays that fall, and he figured he'd be able to skip it and ride down to Austin with an old college roommate who was also attending ACL Fest. Besides, he said, since he had torn his Achilles tendon and not his ACL, he wouldn't be exceeding the festival's irony quotient.
So, three years ago Abe, his former roommate Ian, and Ian's friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend Jennifer piled into Ian's car and drove down to Austin for ACL Fest 2006.
That weekend we danced like hippies at Ray LaMontagne and sang along with Willie Nelson and tried our best to stay cool in the 100+ degree heat. I laughed so much my face hurt. By the third night, I was pretty sure I never wanted the weekend to end.
Unfortunately, the weather seemed to have other plans. That Sunday night, a major thunderstorm hit just before Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers (the headliners) were supposed to take the stage. When the band still hadn't taken the stage 30 minutes into their allotted time slot, thousands of other festival-goers headed home, assuming the lightening wouldn't stop and the band wouldn't be allowed to play. Abe, Jennifer, Ian and I huddled near the concession stands, still holding out hope.
Finally, the lightening and thunder stopped and the band took the stage. As the opening bars to "Listen to Her Heart" began to play, I touched Abe's arm to let him know that Jennifer and I were going to move closer to the stage. As he looked down at me, it hit me like a ton of bricks: I really liked this guy.
We danced and sang in the rain like we were the only people in the world. At some point during the concert, Abe put his hand on my shoulder. "I owe you a ticket to ACL Fest next year," he said.
By ACL Fest 2007, Abe had finished law school and moved back to Austin, and I had just purchased my condo. We had only been officially dating for a few months, so we spent the festival staring moonily into each others' eyes and holding hands and likely being fairly obnoxious.
Two weeks before ACL Fest 2008, Abe moved in with me to my condo.
And two weeks ago, Abe knelt down in the mud at ACL Fest 2009. He told me that on the way home from the festival three years ago, he'd told Jennifer and Ian that he was going to marry me someday. He held my hand and asked me to marry him, and I cried and said yes, and he gave me a ring.
And hopefully, this is the part where we live happily ever after.
Love,
Jane
Four years ago, a friend convinced me that I should buy an extra 3-day pass to ACL Fest, and sell the ticket once the festival sold out.
By early summer, ACL Fest still hadn't sold out. The friend who suggested I buy the extra ticket flaked out completely and decided not to go to the festival at all. I had an extra ticket and no one to go with.
On an impulse, I offered my extra ticket to a friend who was in Arkansas finishing up his last year of law school. Abe and I had kept in touch off and on since high school, but had recently been emailing each other more frequently: he had torn his Achilles tendon earlier that summer at an ultimate frisbee tournament and, since he couldn't drive or walk well, had been essentially housebound for several months. I had an insane boss whose weird demands kept me from having a social life. We were both having fairly miserable summers.
To my surprise, Abe said he'd love to take my extra ticket. He only had one class on Fridays that fall, and he figured he'd be able to skip it and ride down to Austin with an old college roommate who was also attending ACL Fest. Besides, he said, since he had torn his Achilles tendon and not his ACL, he wouldn't be exceeding the festival's irony quotient.
So, three years ago Abe, his former roommate Ian, and Ian's friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend Jennifer piled into Ian's car and drove down to Austin for ACL Fest 2006.
That weekend we danced like hippies at Ray LaMontagne and sang along with Willie Nelson and tried our best to stay cool in the 100+ degree heat. I laughed so much my face hurt. By the third night, I was pretty sure I never wanted the weekend to end.
Unfortunately, the weather seemed to have other plans. That Sunday night, a major thunderstorm hit just before Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers (the headliners) were supposed to take the stage. When the band still hadn't taken the stage 30 minutes into their allotted time slot, thousands of other festival-goers headed home, assuming the lightening wouldn't stop and the band wouldn't be allowed to play. Abe, Jennifer, Ian and I huddled near the concession stands, still holding out hope.
Finally, the lightening and thunder stopped and the band took the stage. As the opening bars to "Listen to Her Heart" began to play, I touched Abe's arm to let him know that Jennifer and I were going to move closer to the stage. As he looked down at me, it hit me like a ton of bricks: I really liked this guy.
We danced and sang in the rain like we were the only people in the world. At some point during the concert, Abe put his hand on my shoulder. "I owe you a ticket to ACL Fest next year," he said.
By ACL Fest 2007, Abe had finished law school and moved back to Austin, and I had just purchased my condo. We had only been officially dating for a few months, so we spent the festival staring moonily into each others' eyes and holding hands and likely being fairly obnoxious.
Two weeks before ACL Fest 2008, Abe moved in with me to my condo.
And two weeks ago, Abe knelt down in the mud at ACL Fest 2009. He told me that on the way home from the festival three years ago, he'd told Jennifer and Ian that he was going to marry me someday. He held my hand and asked me to marry him, and I cried and said yes, and he gave me a ring.
And hopefully, this is the part where we live happily ever after.
Love,
Jane
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Oompa loompa do ba dee doo
Dear Spray Tan Lady,
I look a little... orange today. I probably deserve it, though. After all, my hair would probably be red and my skin freckled if I ever ventured out into the sunlight. I should have known better than to think I could look at all "natural" with a tan.
Love,
Your friendly neighborhoodvampire Oompa Loompa
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Dear ACL Fest,
Why did you already sell out of tickets? Don't you know I need time to endlessly weigh fairly pointless facts against each other before ultimately just going with my gut? However, not having tickets myself might give me an excuse to avoid letting a friend of a friend stay at my house for the festival. Hmm...
Love,
Jane
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Dear Internets,
You agreed with Achilles. Retro or not, some foods are just white trashy. I'm not putting away my Jello mold* anytime soon, though. I still think some of those foods are delicious.
Love,
Jane
*I don't really have a Jello mold. But I could see how having one could be really fun.
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Dear To-Do List,
Holy crap. Why are you so long? Don't you know we're leaving for Puerto Rico tomorrow? Don't you know that the Internets needs my love and attention?
No love for you,
Jane
I look a little... orange today. I probably deserve it, though. After all, my hair would probably be red and my skin freckled if I ever ventured out into the sunlight. I should have known better than to think I could look at all "natural" with a tan.
Love,
Your friendly neighborhood
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Dear ACL Fest,
Why did you already sell out of tickets? Don't you know I need time to endlessly weigh fairly pointless facts against each other before ultimately just going with my gut? However, not having tickets myself might give me an excuse to avoid letting a friend of a friend stay at my house for the festival. Hmm...
Love,
Jane
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Dear Internets,
You agreed with Achilles. Retro or not, some foods are just white trashy. I'm not putting away my Jello mold* anytime soon, though. I still think some of those foods are delicious.
Love,
Jane
*I don't really have a Jello mold. But I could see how having one could be really fun.
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Dear To-Do List,
Holy crap. Why are you so long? Don't you know we're leaving for Puerto Rico tomorrow? Don't you know that the Internets needs my love and attention?
No love for you,
Jane
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, September 29, 2008
The return of the Jane
Dear Internets,
I'm back from ACL and catching up on work and blogs. Stay tuned for an ACL re-cap.
Love,
Jane
I'm back from ACL and catching up on work and blogs. Stay tuned for an ACL re-cap.
Love,
Jane
Thursday, September 25, 2008
ACL Fest-trations
Dear Internets,
There will be 5-6 people (and my 65-lb dog) staying at my two bedroom condo this weekend for ACL Fest.
Um, it seemed like a good idea when A asked if it would be OK? (Also, there was a free ticket involved...)
I have spent the last few days furiously cleaning. And by cleaning, of course, I mean making sure that my files are in order, none of my toiletries are expired, and my CD's are all in their proper cases. Because who cares if there's a ring around the bathtub when there is a W2 from 2004 stuck in with the mortgage paperwork from 2007?
(Um, I don't do well under pressure. Ahem. Also, there is no ring around the bathtub. Anymore.)
On the brighter side of things, in about 48 hours I will (hopefully) be dancing and singing blissfully along with the Old 97's. [Dear Rhett Miller, if you're reading this, I probably won't make it nearly as close to the front of the stage as I usually get. In fact, I may even watch from the "chairs" section in the back. It doesn't mean I don't still love you guys. ACL is just hotter and more elbow-y than most Old 97's shows. XOXO, Jane] One of our friends from Arkansas who is staying with us is also a huge Old 97's fan, and A really likes them too. I am hoping the show will make the whole (stressful) weekend worth it.
I haven't gone through and picked out the other shows I want to see. This is the schedule:
Day 1
Day 2
Day 3
Who should I check out? Are there any awesome bands I shouldn't miss? Have I reached the age where the little teenagers and college kids are going to laugh at my creepy old-person-dancing?
I have to miss a big chunk of Sunday because I have to work, but I'll probably appreciate a break from the heat at that point. I was hoping the nicer cooler weather would last, but no dice: highs will be in the 90's (34 C). That's better than a few years ago, though, when the official high was 108 (42.2 C). Mmm.... sweaty hipsters (and hippies - we still have a few of those).
Love always,
Jane
There will be 5-6 people (and my 65-lb dog) staying at my two bedroom condo this weekend for ACL Fest.
Um, it seemed like a good idea when A asked if it would be OK? (Also, there was a free ticket involved...)
I have spent the last few days furiously cleaning. And by cleaning, of course, I mean making sure that my files are in order, none of my toiletries are expired, and my CD's are all in their proper cases. Because who cares if there's a ring around the bathtub when there is a W2 from 2004 stuck in with the mortgage paperwork from 2007?
(Um, I don't do well under pressure. Ahem. Also, there is no ring around the bathtub. Anymore.)
On the brighter side of things, in about 48 hours I will (hopefully) be dancing and singing blissfully along with the Old 97's. [Dear Rhett Miller, if you're reading this, I probably won't make it nearly as close to the front of the stage as I usually get. In fact, I may even watch from the "chairs" section in the back. It doesn't mean I don't still love you guys. ACL is just hotter and more elbow-y than most Old 97's shows. XOXO, Jane] One of our friends from Arkansas who is staying with us is also a huge Old 97's fan, and A really likes them too. I am hoping the show will make the whole (stressful) weekend worth it.
I haven't gone through and picked out the other shows I want to see. This is the schedule:
Day 1
Day 2
Day 3
Who should I check out? Are there any awesome bands I shouldn't miss? Have I reached the age where the little teenagers and college kids are going to laugh at my creepy old-person-dancing?
I have to miss a big chunk of Sunday because I have to work, but I'll probably appreciate a break from the heat at that point. I was hoping the nicer cooler weather would last, but no dice: highs will be in the 90's (34 C). That's better than a few years ago, though, when the official high was 108 (42.2 C). Mmm.... sweaty hipsters (and hippies - we still have a few of those).
Love always,
Jane
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