arienettelyn's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i hate drunk people, but i love that cop yesterday was eventful. we went to massachusetts to see radiohead. i did not get lost on the drive there. hurray! it was a long drive, though, 3.5 hours, that kinda sucked. but i got to hear the new dashboard album! which was...alright. i probably still prefer the other one. but it was all good. we got to the place at like 6:30, and parked, and went in. maybe now is a good time to mention i told my mother we were taking the train to nyc to see a concert there? so yeah...we were seated near these boys who i immediately decided were gay and dating each other. then i changed my mind a few times about their relationship...anyway, it kept me entertained through the first band. stephen malkmus' new band, the jicks or whatever. they were good, but i am easily bored. the place, the tweeter center in mansfield, was freakin HUGE. i have never seen an ampitheater that huge. and it was sold out, so that means tons of people. eventually radiohead comes out. they play. sing their songs. with a little effort, i could even tell you which songs they sang, but i'm just gonna spit out the ones i remember... 2+2=5 i know i'm forgetting tons, mostly from the new album since i don't know those titles or even the songs, really. i may try to fill those in later after i listen to the album. we missed some because we left early, before the first encore was over. now, why would we leave a radiohead concert early? i guess avoiding the terrible terrible terrible traffic is our official reason, but in reality...i couldn't stand the people sitting behind us and they totally ruined the entire show for me. i shouldn't have let them, but it was hard not to. There were 2 or 3 drunk guys, probably in their late 20's. they were obviously huge radiohead fans. and they were yelling...all the time. it never failed. once they recognized each song, they felt the need to scream out the title and start making these horrible "woo"-type noises. what it sounded like was that sound the pillsbury dough boy makes when you poke his stomach, except its a shout, and its RIGHT IN YOUR FUCKING EAR. the whole set, they just kept saying (yelling) to each other "THIS IS SO AMAZING! I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE HERE! I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE SEEING RADIOHEAD! THEY ARE SO AMAZING! THOM IS SO AMAZING! GO THOM!!! GO JONNY!!!" there were some other beautiful comments, my favorite being: "if they play 'let down', i'm gonna blow my load!" also, there was another song he wanted, and if they played that he planned on grabbing his balls. it was lovely. now, it wouldn't be so bad if they stopped during the songs. but they didn't. their radiohead worshipping was going on at all times. right in the middle of song, i'd be scared shitless by that asshole screaming in my ear "THOM YOU ARE A GENIUS!!!" or "OH MAN, HE'S PLAYING THE PIANO!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE HE'S PLAYING THE PIANO!!!!" i was a little confused as to why it was so hard to believe thom was playing the piano, since he does it quite often but...yeah. they were insane. the worst though, was when they started screaming for them to play "creep". as soon as they started screaming for it, radiohead played it, so this guy somehow thought he was jesus after that. (in case you're wondering, we were pretty far away so they didn't play it cuz the drunken asshole wanted it) anyway, they were so psyched. "THEY'RE PLAYING CREEP! I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT! THEY NEVER PLAY CREEP! THE LAST TIME THEY PLAYED CREEP WAS IN JAPAN, THEY DON'T PLAY IT HERE, EVER!!! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" oh yeah, i forgot to mention that one of them was singing along to every single song at the top of his lungs and terrible off key. they wouldn't get over the creep thing for about 4 songs after it. they KEPT TALKING ABOUT IT!!! like....wow, the band played a song that was a big hit for them 10 years ago. at a concert! how fucking amazing! i mean...i was surprised they played it too. but...i was over it in about 3 seconds. and it's not even that good of a song...i would have gladly traded ir for fake plastic trees, or myxamatosis, or idioteque, or i might be wrong, or exit music, or the bends. street spirit. just. i bet they played all those songs after we left. rarhh... anyway. that was that. i couldn't take it anymore, so we listened to about 3 songs after their encore and then headed out. we beat most of the traffic. i was kinda in a bad mood though. still am. we got back on the road, got some gas...and if someone can tell me what the fuck mini-serve means, i would be ever grateful. we sang quite loud to a few cd's on the way home, some taking back sunday, something corporate, and then...brand new. it was jolly exciting. we were about 5 minutes from my house when a cop starts flashing his lights behind me. i was confused, because i honestly did not think i had done anything wrong. but i pulled over...he came...asked me for my license and registration. i got him my license and asked randy to get the registration out of my glove compartment. i didn't know what it was, but i knew it was in there. he couldn't find it, and then i had to ask the cop what a fucking registration was, because i didnt know. he told me it was just like this thing on the windshield...then he noticed my temporary registration which expired in december. now, i got the new one, i just forgot to put the sticker up and i KNOW it was in my glove compartment. anyway, the cop asked me if i knew why he stopped me and i felt stupid but i had to say no because i honestly didn't know. then he asked me if i knew what the speed limit was in the village. i thought it was 45. apparently, it's 40. oops. and do you know how fast you were going, m'am? no, i didn't know that, either. 56. wow. i actually said wow. as did kenny, i think, from the back seat. then he asked where i was coming from, i said massachusetts. and where were we going? home...he said stop looking for the registration, he could look it up from the license. then randy found the registration, but the cop didn't come back for awhile, i figured he was writing out my ticket or something, but he came back, i showed him the registration, and he told me he was going to give me a break tonight. i wanted to hug him, you have no idea. he told me to put the registration sticker up as soon as i got home, and i said i would, and thanked him, and he told me to watch my speed and have a good night. ahh, close call. anyways, now i have this tape to type and its like 2:15 and i'm working at 3, so i'll be up all night doing this shit, and i still need to clean my room and get a fucking haircut, and....ahh. i don't want school to start. 1:40 p.m. - 2003-08-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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