Yornings

So, while a nice portion of my friends are at PAX East, I had my own little Lancaster celebration last night. Here's the backstory: D sent me a text saying that Pete Yorn would be playing at the club about a month ago. I did further research, and found out Ben Kweller was opening for him. I did a mild celebratory dance that day, and then things got hectic, and then re-remembered the show was coming up maybe a day or so prior to yesterday.

I admit. My show-going days have been minimal recently. I've tried to think back to the last actual touring act I've seen, and it may have been Matt Pond PA last April. I know Between the Buried and Me was in there somewhere, and while trying to mentally create a show timeline with both D and Greg, we all came up short. Therefore, I didn't really know what to expect. Especially since my Pete Yorn and Ben Kweller lust were both circa 2003-2004, and they probably recorded 900 songs since that I didn't know.

But they were both awesome. I didn't realize I did know a lot of the songs they still played on tours, despite botching a few lyrics (yes: I'm the fan that poorly sings along. Not to a "screaming into the ear of the person in front of me" extreme, but I get into it.)

Prior to the show, I kind of made an impulse buy. Even though my bank account is currently at an all-time low, I was on a mission to buy a new curling iron with the Best Buy gift certificate that Gina kindly gifted to me for my birthday. My last one was perhaps a decade old, and many accidental hand burns had been suffered throughout that time.

Well, I left Best Buy with a new digital camera. Oops. My last one was in the stages of biting the dust, and since I always fail to buy myself nice things, it was about time, right? I opted out of the bundle package, which included a tripod (which would have made Dan "Your videos are constantly shaky, Karen, and you really should consider a tripod" Kelly very happy) and a dorky camera case. But, it was still somewhat of an expense. (Not like you care, but I got the curling iron at Target. I figured you only live once, right?)

So! All of these show pictures that I'm posting are the positive point to all of the debt I'm going to have. Hooray!

Here is Ben Kweller. His hair is significantly longer than in the days of the cover of "On My Way", and sadly, he did not bring his wolf friends with him. Unless they were just hanging out backstage, but the odds of that are quite slim.

Ben seemed to be very "anything goes", and wasn't a jerk about requests. He ended with "Wasted and Ready", which I have video for that I'm probably going to be too lazy to upload. Someday!

And here are three random snaps of Pete. He actually had a projector, a fog machine, and crazy lights on stage with him, so photos were a bit challenging. Especially when you bought your camera 1 hour beforehand, and know Canon basics, but are not a Canon-expert.

Sidenote: Just got word from Kyle that Pete Yorn ate a burrito after the show. Thus, this picture I made and saved for some reason still rings true:

I must thank D for buying the ticket for me, going with me, and securing a nice place up in front for us. It was a magical night of wonder, and we both got to chat with a lot of people we haven't seen for awhile. Also, Pete Yorn pointed at me, which totally justified the poster I had of him by my bed at my off-campus apartment back in college. That poster did a very good job of scaring people away. (He actually recognized my existence for one second! WOOOOOOOO!)

D and I went back to her place and watched the tail end of SNL with Zach Galifianakis, which was just perfectly placed in a day filled with "boys Karen like". Greg told me that once again his monologue was made of major win, so a full rewatch is planned shortly after I press the "Publish Post" button below.

Then I fell asleep on her couch, and slept somewhat soundly. I don't know if I've ever expressed my love of D's couch on here before, but I have to D (and to the couch) multiple times. Best couch ever.

And with that, I shall depart. However, it's in character to complain about Daylight Savings Time, so I'll do that before I go.

First, I learned that Daylight Savings Time was happening due to a sign outside some business off of Rt. 30. Otherwise I'd still be living in the past, and think something happened at T-Mobile to reflect the automatic time change. I don't know. Maybe their home location got hit by a lightning bolt or something. (Yes, I know that eventually someone else would have reminded me, and that I'm up to date with celebrity news, but not real life news. WHATEVER, GUYS. Wasn't Lindsay's last court dress kind of cute?)

Anyway. To protest losing an hour, I recommend throwing heavy things and massive mental breakdowns. Daylight Savings Time, I will always hate you. You took an hour away from me that I could have spent with D's couch, or Pete Yorn. In fact, I'm totally certain he would have wanted to hang out with me and discuss his lyrics from musicforthemorningafter had time not been an issue. I'm positive.

End rant.

Hours-Later Side Note: I accidentally realized that my last Pete Yorn-related blog post is here. And yes - I re-use that same, awful MS-Paint related picture.