Waldorf and Stattler Summer Music Tour 2010-part two

For the most part, I rarely ever go and see the same band multiple times. I get bored. The ADD kicks in and I really hate to see the same show twice. I have a few exceptions to this rule:
*Show is free
*I know people in the band
*Keane
*The Avett Brothers
Let’s take a moment to touch on each of these 4 items (yeah, I know you really don’t care, but you are stuck reading at this point, so just go with it!).
Free show-Dude…really? It’s free! Even if the band sucks, it’s a free night of music and people watching. So grab yourself a beer, sit back and just the go with it. Trust me on this one!!!

Personal Groupie- How can you NOT go and support people that you know? They have to start somewhere and if they can’t play and annoying the hell out of their friends and family, how are they going to make it big enough to annoy complete strangers? I really don’t care if they play the same set list night after night…I will be there. I might heckle them, but at least I showed up.

Side note, cuz, well…this does fall under the heading of “Waldorf and Stattler Summer Music Tour 2010” and I have not said one thing about this group yet. LuvTap. Go see them. I know them and adore all of the members in the band. They started out as the house band for the Barrel Room and also play a random Wednesday at Candy (I think they are there THIS Wednesday, if you are looking for a good time) and also Sunday nights at 915. Show em some love…just do it! Pretty please? For me?????

Keane-I just think they put on a pretty great show and while I like their CD, I love them live. I will admit that the first time I heard Keane was at a show they played in Portland. Stattler dragged me to it and I had no clue of who they were or any of their songs. It did not matter that I had never heard one note of one song…the show was so great that they won me over and I have them multiple times now. And yes…I do own their CD’s at this point!

The Avett Brothers- OH MY FUCKING GOD…BEST SHOW EVER! Ok, I had to get that out of the way! I saw them last month when they played at the Edgefield and was blown away by the talent and energy of this group from North Carolina. The music is a mix of rock, blues, country and bluegrass (you should see them rock a banjo…just saying). The energy level during one of their show is off the charts. They don’t stop for one second…and the crowd loves it!

Last week I heard that they were going to be coming back to Portland for a small benefit concert at the Crystal Ballroom, and I knew that I just had to go! Tickets went on sale at 12:00 and by 12:01 my tickets printed and in my hot little happy hands. I will admit that I giggled when it read “General Admission Tickets 3 and 4” and silently cursed the holders of “General Admission Tickets 1 and 2” Bitches…those should have been mine! And all of that was followed up with a nice little happy butt wiggle dance and odd looks from my co-workers.

The show was small, about 500 tickets were sold making for a nice show. Normally I would just hang back in the drinking section with the other sane adults and enjoy the show from a respectable distance. NOT LAST NIGHT BABY! To the shock and horror of my friends, I announced, “I’m going in!” Game face on…I made my way through the sea of young men with freakishly long hair and porn star stashes (PS…dudes…this look is just killing me. It is NOT 1974!) to the front of the stage. BRING IT HIPPIES! It was hot. Smelled like feet and I am sure that some random white person dreadlock touch me at some point :shudder: but it was so worth it! They played an awesome show. AWESOME. From the first song to the last…not one complaint from me or the crowd…even the non high part of the crowd!

I know that I said this the last time I blogged about this band, and if it is getting old…SCREW YOU…it’s my blog! :) but you have to go and check them out. Even if you are not a fan and the songs that you have heard on the radio are not really your thing, seeing them just once in concert will change your mind and make you a lifelong fan.

Just remember—stay the hell away from me with your crazy white people dreads, ok? :-)

I might need a bib

I turn into a babbling terdball when I am nervous. No. Really. Trust me on this one.
I turn read
Stutter
Spill things on me
Fidget
Say stupid things
I am sure the list could go on, but I think that you get the picture. Along with all that, when I am nervous I find that I fall into my default position of super smart ass. I can’t help it. It just is…like breathing. Now, I will admit that from time to time, this has worked out in a positive way. I have managed to be just the right amount of smart ass and funny that people have enjoyed it and I end up being told that I should do stand up comedy (never would, but thank you bruised ego). Other times…um….well….I kinda just look like a bitch. Not my intention, but it just seems to work out that way.
Why am I babbling on about all this? DUDE….do I ever really have a reason for babbling? No. But today I do :-)

I have a bit of a situation. SORRY…I was watching the Jersey Shore last night and felt that I needed to work that in there somehow!

Ok…not really a situation, but I have an event that I am attending tonight and I have a feeling that due to the circumstances, I will fall into default smart ass mode and tonight, it will not come off as a stand up comedy routine. THIS I AM SURE OF. It will be bitch mode. ALL.THE.WAY.

Now my problem is-how do I avoid this? Deep breathing? Not talking? Drinking?
Hmmm…none of those really seem like a good option in this situation (ok…I giggle now whenever I use that word-is that wrong?) and I fear that everything that I do will backfire on me-tragically.

Ok…at least I have gotten my fear of tonight out in the world (thank you blog world, so much cheaper then therapy) and I can try and be aware of it and try and just be me. Although I will not pack anything messy, as I am sure I will spill something on me!

I enjoy the word 'fucktard'. Just saying.

I could be a ninja with a small dog in a sweater...

In case you don’t know me—I’m white. German, Irish and Norwegian. Pretty sure that makes me like SUPER WHITE with the amazing ability to drink whisky and thanks to the Irish side, get a little mouthy when I do. (In case someone is reading this blog that I have recently offended while partaking in the Jameson, I am sorry, but in my head, it was all in great fun. In my head does not always translate well to the world around me)
The other day I was txting a friend of mine who said “I am Asian, don’t make me break out my ninja skilz!”

OHHHHH…Instant jealousy! I am white, and therefore, have no ninja skilz to speak of. :SADTAMARA: Then it got me to thinking…what could I claim as a super awesome skill due to my ethnic origin?
Hmmm…..
Ummm…..
Buhler?

DUDE? What cool skilz do us while people have???? It took me a really long time, but here is the short list that I came up with and let me just tell you…I would much rather have NINJA on my resume.

1-The ability to clear the dance floor due to bad dancing.

2- Sporting a screaming angry red sunburn.

3-Walking around town with no shame when screaming angry red sunburn starts to peel and you look like a molting animal.

4-The talent for watching NASCAR.

5-Thinking that Jell-0 can be served as a salad if you add fruit to it.

6-Dressing dogs in sweaters.

If I ever send you a txt that reads, “I am white, I can dress a dog in a sweater!” …please come find me and smack me. Thank you in advance~

But a dog in a ninja outfiit would be ok, yes?

Hmm...on second thought-no.  That would not be ok either.  And for the record, this is not my dog.  I stole the image off of the net..and the poor little thing looks more like Hanibal Lecter in that facemask thing then a happy lil ninja dog.  Just saying.

My own personal Miss Cleo...

It will always amaze me how in tune Kellen is with me and my emotions. As the mom, I hide most of the things I am feeling from my kids because; well…it’s my job. For the most part, I feel like I do a pretty good job at it. I try to never let them see me cry, get too angry or pull a stage one nutter. All of this is kept inside until they are all tucked away in bed and dreaming like angels.


Last night I was waiting for a call from a friend so that we could work some things out. The boys could care less if I was in the house or not let alone busy on the phone, but I did tell them that I would be in my room on the phone and to try not to kill each other. Yes, parenting at its finest-I know.

So I take the phone call and emerge from my room a while later. Oh-I would like to add that while they did sound like they were members of the WWF while I was on the phone, they managed to not draw blood, cry or break anything. YAY kids!

I walk into the living room to see if all limbs were still where they should be on each child and Kellen stops playing keep away with Phen Phen and looks at me –

“Mom, are you okay?”

“Um, yeah…why?”

“You look like you are worried about something. Did your phone call upset you?”

“No sweetheart, my phone call was just fine. Keep picking on your brother”

“Well, okay…HAHAHAH Cooper, you are never getting Phen Phen back….”

As all this was happening I took a quick look in the mirror to see if I looked worried. Nope.

Signs of tears? Nope.

Hmmm…..I think that I am going to just have to trust that the Ammerman gene or Spidy sense to know what is going on with others has been passed down to Kellen.

Not so much with Cooper, who at that point was trying to fart on his brothers head…..

Oh...just found out I can blog from my phone!

I have the power of...crap...I have no clue!

While taking a break from work, I found myself pondering the age old question—which super hero power would you want and why.




I have no clue why that question popped into my head. In fact I was originally feeling sorry for the sad state of affairs that is my love live and listening to sappy music on the ipod. Not really what you would call the moment for super hero thoughts, but as always, I am pretty random, so I guess I really should not question the order that my brain works in.



Back to the question.



Would I like to fly?

Read peoples minds?

Walk through walls?

Be invisible?

Made of steel?

Be able to grow sharp mettle claws and awesome sideburns?





I really don’t know. Maybe that is why I stopped what I was doing and gave is some thought.



First off—no way in hell I want to read the thoughts of others. If it is anything like Suki on True Blood, that would just suck. And honestly, I just don’t think that would be all that interesting. I would be hearing crap all day like “Shit, did I turn the oven off?” “Do I really look that big in these pants?” “Oh look- I really can flick a bugger and hit the girl over there in the head!”



See…just things that I just do not need to hear. So I went on to thinking about the other items on the list. Lets also mark off being Wolverine. I am a girl. We do not want any extra hair thankyouverymuch! I guess that flying would be cool….but what about when you get to where you are going? Do you pre send your bags? I don’t go too crazy when I pack, but a girl has gotta have a few things! Be invisible-hmmmm that one is almost ok, but I don’t think that I like it all that much. That one just seems like it could backfire. Do I really want to know what people are saying about me when I am in the room? Do you really want to see a superhero cry? Cuz I am sure that I would and who likes a wet cape?



After all of this thought, I am right where I started and I really don’t know. I will have to ponder this some more…maybe while having a drink and wearing my cape…