dear residents of the brooksville apartments,
please accept my deepest apologies if my paul westerberg day celebration caused a disruption. i tried mightly at controlling my singing along, clapping, and laughing, but failed miserably. i couldn’t resist watching the “Come Feel Me Tremble” DVD was like being at the concert all over again, only better because it was like i got to sit down and chat with st. paul westberg himself.
and that scene, that scene at the end when he’s greeting fans, well i wept.
i’m sorry. i might have gotten a little carried away. i know there really was no reason to sing along so loudly to “Unsatisfied.” but sometimes you just get lost in the mood and carried away with the joy.
i promise that on subsequent viewings i won’t be so mindlessly giddy.
thank you,
jodi, the doofy fangirl in 107.
because I know that you’re into Paul, I checked out the recent review of his album in Entertainment Weekly, Oct. 24th, Grandpaboy-Dead Man Shake got a C+ and said “In his Grandpaboy alter ego, Westerberg plays blues dress-up with bar-band enthusiasm but not much depth.” They also reviewed last year’s Come Feel Me Tremble and gave it a B, saying his songs “sound like they just fell out of bed: scruffy, endearing, occasionally stunning (‘Meet Me Down the Alley’).” Sounds just like something a girl with an extreme case of bed head would like. p.s. I’m glad you got to see Lucinda.