05:29 - Profile: Internet Stalker, Indie-Rock Groupie

I always go to shows by myself because my three friends don’t like the same music as I do. They are into Eurotrancetechnoremixbeats and I am, um, not. Sometimes I go with them to Eurotrancetechnoremixbeats shows but they are kinda weird, super sweaty, and usually in creepy dark caves so I end up going home early. So when I go see la musique en hollande I usually decide about halfway through that they would really benefit from hearing how much I enjoyed their songs and then stick around long enough to tell them so. This hot plan has resulted in John Darnielle thinking my name is Jenny, taking a taxi to a Moroccan nightclub by accident with Andrew Bird and Eef Barzelay, and having one of The Deers tell me I had a toilet paper tail coming out of my pants. That one was pretty embarrassing even for me. So Clem Snide played here last night and I was all geared up to show my stalker side by asking him to sign the set list I had stolen from the last time. The show was pretty good, I was kinda bored with the opening dude A.J. Croce (son of Jim) despite his comical Phil Spector hair so I left for a while to hang out with one of life’s better combinations, Holland’s Finest and Looza. Team Eef came on stage in white tuxedos with black trim. Each member had a different nature scene silk screened to the back. Eef added a red baseball hat and black converse shoes. Black converse shoes. So hot. Mostly they played from “Soft Spot” and “End of Love” which aren’t their best but still have their moments. He damned all of Rotterdam to hell before singing “Jews for Jesus Blues.” I don’t think the Rotterdammers cared. They covered “Heaven” from the Talking Heads. Anytime he would talk between songs he would just rip on Rotterdam ("like walking on a cloud") and pontificate on how great Nashville is. And I was like Yes! Yes! Yes! in my head but didn’t think I should yell that in front of all the pirates for fear I would wind up at the bottom of a canal alongside all the stolen bikes. So my crush on Eef was renewed and I will probably stalk him in Nashville. But there was no talking to him this time. No, friends. I was planning on it but then I left right after I realized that my breaking point for normal/not normal situations comes right at the moment when I’m out at a nightcafé alone in a foreign country completely stoned and being hit on in another language by someone of the same sex.

Yep, that’s when I put in the ear buds and start the walk home.

Here's a really bad pic of them:

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