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despite a late nj transit train (princeton junction, babysitting my nephew and niece, to new york city penn station) and slow-as-molasses-going-uphill-in-january taxi, i made it to bowery ballroom to see saint etienne, meeting matthew and lapo at the door (tried to find rachel and erin, but they had their own tickets and fended for themselves). great concert (especially the extended, delicious triptych of "how we used to live"), but i wonder if i'd like anything that came out of that band's collective mouth? some highlights:
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lapo also asked why saint etienne has such a big gay following. although this just fell out of my mouth, maybe it's a worthwhile thought: because many gay men don't get to experience an open sense of crushes and boycraziness when they're actually boys, they get into saint etienne because that's basically all that sarah cracknall sings about. wait a second, though; the only gay man who ever talks to me about s.e. is jonno (back when my website was titled "hug my soul"); are there really other fags who like this stuff?
at the concert they were giving away trojan's new "pleasure mesh" condoms. they stretch like a muthafucka, over my whole hand and down past my wrist with not a hint of breakage. i don't know about the pleasurability of the mesh, but they could definitely handle a serious bump 'n grind.
after the concert, lapo reminded us that the post-concert cruising can sometimes be the most rewarding (you immediately can determine the guy's musical tastes, a definitive compatibility benchmark), and sure enough, gentle readers, 'twas. besides, who doesn't hang out in front of the venue after a concert? us three boys were standing off to one side hoping to catch rachel and erin before they went back to brooklyn, and we saw this rather cute boy looking at us, repeatedly. we weren't sure at whom his gaze was directed, so i instructed them to scatter, and see where he looked. lapo was identifying the three french words for the evening: saint etienne, odeon, and one other one i can't remember. the boy kind of stayed looking at me. we played this game for about another ten minutes, then his friends started to walk away, him following. but he looked back again and this time i got some balls and tried to wave him over. he smiled and kept walking, so i ran up a little ways and flagged him down again.
while i was doing this, lapo came up with the fourth french word of the evening: repertoire.
this time flagging him was successful, so we small-talked a little bit (enjoy the concert? yeah, i'm a big fan. is one of those guys your boyfriend? no, but they used to be boyfriends with each other. what do you do? web design. you? i work for ***** magazine.) and then i asked for his phone number. no pen, tell matthew pointedly reminded me that i have a real-live cell phone that stores real-live phone numbers just for this purpose. so i'm calling him tomorrow. oh, and over dinner at first, lapo's fifth french word of the evening became au poivre.
posted October 08, 2000 in delivery, music.