old diary entries
Friday, January 23, 2004
Sat, 20 Jan 1996 19:52:39 -0400 (AST)
From: Katrina Grentz
To: "James R. Covey"
Cc: Sloan Net
Subject: tre/plumtree/inbreds-last night at birdland
Just a quick summary of last night...Allyson & the sunbeams (the 2nd version of the new hardship post) were replaced at the last minute by the Tim Robbins Experience who did the essentially the same set, in different order & with a few altered lyrics (lots o birdland &
alcohol references... tho "hididdleydee its the ocean life for me" remained annoyingly intact despite ian's cold:) as at the state champs show a couple of wks ago which was discussed in detail so... Plumtree were accompanied by sloannet gawwwd (& I say that backed by
colured flashing lights ie tre above) yan with his ph/fat bass sound & quirky stage presence:). Great versions of NaCl & that "mamamamamamamama" song (for which there will be a video?). The kids had fun,the parents smiled approvingly. The inbreds did new stuff at the beginning of their set & older songs (you will know) at the end...an encore...it was typically
energetic (the new songs are really good) & the crowd jumped adoringly (could have done without the guy in the backwards baseball hat who kept hitting me in the nose with its brim:)
Local celebs in attendance: members of sloan,jale,thrush hermit (obviously:),state champs,cool blue halo,rebecca west,burnt black,hush (the guy with the *big* blond hair in front of me for the inbreds) & the eternally effervescent dusty sorbet:).......heading to scarce right now,kat
Saturday, January 10, 2004
belle & sebastian:
yes, that's me on thebelle & sebastian sinister list picnic page and the girl next to me (& her dog) were also cruelly dumped afterwards ... this was before the second barrowland show at the height of my b&s obsession & that is indeed the ex looking so sourly away from the camera ... so I prefer to think back on an earlier time in Glasgow... diary entry, June 23/00:
can't sleep. too drunk! bunch of scottish boys met at nice 'n sleazy took me out for drinks post beta band. amazing show. weird erotic energy. Andy took me out front of the bar to meet Isobel Campbell of Belle & Sebastian & was v. awkward... both very shy...I ended up talking about California (trip to see them), complimenting her on her record & my band with Heather & Marn (she asked "are you riot girls then?")... Stuart did his impression of the scene in high fidelity where they say "we'll now sell 5 copies of the beta band". He is very cute (underlined) in person... Bel is v. v. sweet...kept asking me my name... I felt really goofy...she held on to my book & had Stuart sign it...they were meeting a friend to go to the art college closing show (I was in town the weekend of the 2000 degree show so I got to see lots of the art school) & not to beta band... ended up with set list & sweater thrown from stage (felt a little guilty about that)... we went to an irish pub after that & drank lots...I told them about tequila slammers & we did tequila shots though it was kind of silly at the point... (then I go on for a bit about what a collective crush I have on all of these cute scottish boys I met & it is rather sickening but I *was* still drunk, & they did pay for my cab to the hostel)
Monday, January 05, 2004
three points to you if you can guess who this is about... pretty immature ranting, esp. considering what happened later... just thought it was a little amusing in a totally superficial sort of way and typical of what I've got in my "hate book" (1988- 2001) :
dec. 27, 1998: I was searching his face, trying to imagine what I had seen there. It was awfully big of me to even talk to him after the way he had behaved. no phone call. no merry christmas. I think the only reason I I even talked to him at all was b/c I felt a little sorry for him with his wide behind and protruding gut. Even his face had bloated... and I can't even remember how his face could be transformed as it inched closer to mine for a kiss. I can't remember his kisses. I am glad he has moved away & I hope he has found peace. I would like to believe that he is understanding and good but I think maybe he is just self-absorbed. and boring! boring, boring, boring! I am bored to tears just thinking about him! ... there is an infuriating kindness to his eyes as we chat amiably about... him, of course. he knows where I can find a feather boa. the fashion maven! too bad his clothes no longer fit! ... I no longer remember why I hated or desired. only that I did. ...
