Friday, July 12, 2013

Aggressive Scrabble and jello underpants.

matt nathanson :: ll bean, freeport, me :: 07.04.2013

OK… let me preface this by saying HOLY. MOTHER. OF. FUCK.

L.L. Bean does free concerts over the summer and they’ve had some pretty big names. This year, I was clued into the fact that Matt Nathanson was playing there on the 4th. I’m not a die hard fan, but I have a few of his albums and I really like them. They’re good background music because they’re kind of slow and chill. But, yeah, nothing I’m going to know 100%, as opposed to, I don’t know, like R.E.M. (I will always think of that guy in Cleveland who was so impressed that I knew every single song R.E.M. performed that night.)

Not only is Matt an incredible musician, he’s pretty hilarious in between songs. (I took notes! I don’t know why, but I’m mostly glad I did. You’ll see why I say ‘mostly’.)

Before he sang “Run”, he pointed out that it’s normally sung as a duet and that it’s about “an aggressive game of scrabble - the kind where you lock yourself in a hotel room and don’t come out for three days.” However, when he sings it by himself, it’s more like playing solitaire. (I think the family friendly version was a bazillionty million times better than what he could have said!) I will never be able to look at a game of Scrabble the same way again.

I was trying to use the notes app on my iPhone to keep track of the set list and make some notes. I was more successful with some notes than others. I *think* one note is supposed to say “look back at life, regret punches you in the face”... but I have no idea what that means, or what the point of it was. It must have seemed really deep at that particular moment.

While talking about “Room @ the End of the World”, he said that L.L. Bean was definitely where you wanted to be for the zombie apocalypse. He’s not wrong.

Another WTF note: “jello underpants”.

note to self: CONTEXT!


It was also an amazing day because after 10+ years of “knowing” her online, I finally got to meet E in person.

It’s so weird to see someone in person for the first time and fall into conversation easily because you’ve followed their life over the years, and vice versa.

I don’t think that feeling will ever get old.

Dog bless teh interwebs. Srsly.


Sound check:
Car Crash
Under Pressure
Wedding Dress
To the Beat of Our Noisy Hearts

Mission Bells
To the Beat of Our Noisy Hearts
Modern Love
Detroit Waves (featuring The Doors’ “Break on Through”, Rolling Stones’ “Paint It Black”, and “Amazing Grace”)
Sky High Honey
Room @ the End of the World (featuring Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody”)
The Boxer (Simon and Garfunkle cover)
Car Crash (featuring U2’s “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For”)
Wedding Dress
Under Pressure (Queen/David Bowie cover)
Come On Get Higher

Posted by Matty on 07/12 at 07:00 PM
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My last day of unemployment

chucks and jeans, man. chucks and jeans.

I alluded to this yesterday, but I wanted to archive it here:

New boss to me: First order of business, get your printer working, hahah.

Me to J (email fwd to him): And this is my new boss… that last sentence just killed me.

J to me: Nice. Enjoy your last 2 days of freedom.

Me to J: I just tried to “like” that. I need to get off of FB and tumblr…

Seriously… if this job goes as well as the interviews did, and this email implies, I’ll be quite happy there.


I started cleaning out my home office because it becomes the place where all the crap winds up. It’s like the dumping ground for homeless stuff, and it bugs me. I normally get too overwhelmed by the idea of cleaning it, though, so it gets worse and worse until I do a big purge.

I’m on my second (third?) bag of garbage. I have two big boxes of paperwork that needs to be filed. And a bunch of picture frames that don’t match any of the others.

I’ve been very good about making things look the same in my office. I’m all about consistency in there for some reason. Maybe because this is the second time it’s been painted and refurnished? For whatever reason, I’ve become very obsessed with making it perfect.

So. Yesterday, I decided to run out, really quickly, to the Jo-Ann Fabrics five minutes from my house. All I wanted was white or blonde wood picture frames. That’s all.

Jo-Ann had nothing in the sizes I needed and definitely nothing in the right colour. Had I not been me, I could have run next door to Wal-Mart and probably solved my problem.

But no.

I fucking hate Wal-Mart, so I will not go in there. It doesn’t matter that it’s so close. If Wal-Mart were the only place in the world that carried air, food, water, and other necessities for a long life, I’d opt to die. (OK. Maybe that’s a wee bit dramatic, but I REALLY HATE Wal-Mart.)

I decided to drive to Target. Nope. Nothing there.

Michael’s? Nope. Nothing there, either.

I had no idea it would be that fucking hard to find a picture frame.

My quick 15 minute trip turned into a two hour nightmare, and I really didn’t plan on being gone that long. 

I learned about American Frame when we lived in Toledo. They’re based in Maumee, so it was nice and easy to order online and pick up in the store. Now, I have to pay for the shipping, but I can get exactly what I need in the sizes I need it in. Their customer service rocks, too.

There’s not much I miss about Toledo, but I never thought a frame store would be on that list.

Yeah, I could use the Michael’s custom framing department because they use Nielsen metal framing, too, but the last time I used a custom framer, they screwed up the order.  It’s not worth it for me to go through that again.


I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited for a Monday to come. If I wasn’t hanging out with Sprout on Saturday, I think I’d go nuts this weekend, because it has the potential to be the longest weekend ever.

Posted by Matty on 07/12 at 10:31 AM
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