Paul Westerberg, Pantages Theatre, November 5, 2004

so the excitement begins as soon as i walk into the pantages and spot my much-beloved TTHM. only, i decide i so cannot deal with it at the moment and decide it would be a good idea to get a drink and talk to some more westernerds. by the time i have gotten my courage up and my drink on, the TTHM has disappeared. how one loses a 6’9″ man in a crowd is beyond me, but i managed.

but it’s all good, because i had to search for FFJH. i waited inside the doors of the theater and chatted with scooter, one of my new westernerd friends. he’s so cute that i just wanted to bite his cheeks as a show of adoration. as i chatted with scooter, FFJH arrived and things were cool. i chatted aimlessly with the boys about nothing that i remember. then as i was standing there fucking blonde-adonis Mike, a boy i adored in college, pops up in front of me.

“chromey, how’s it going?” he asked as i pulled him into a hug.
“oh my god!” i screech in that annoying way exited girls screech.

oh, and then seeing him i was fucking 22 yet again, just like i was at the quest show after running into lafrenz. and mike is still just as adorable as he was 10 years ago and for the second time that night my night was made before paul even hit the stage.

“yeah, we were just talking about you,” he said (they remember me!). “the whole 825 crew was at ian’s wedding and lafrenz was saying how he ran into you.”


then i chatted aimlessly with mike for a bit about being a copywhore and grown up and old without a life. then he invited me to see his band Angry at Numbers at at the 400 bar on the 20th of November. who’s in? because i so totally gotta see this.

after mike left i turned back to scooter and FFJH to exclaim how much i adored Mike in college. more aimlessly chatting, and then the lights dimmed. we scattered to our respective seats for the big show.

FFJH and i had kick ass seats. the pantages rocks and it was so nice not to have the seat in front of me wedged underneath my kneecaps. for the first few songs the three seats next to me were empty. then a guy came and sat in the middle of them all. he asked what he had missed so far.

“waiting for somebody, final hurrah and kiss me on the bus,” i whisper shouted to him.

then i went back to ignoring that guy and totally immersing myself in the wonderfulness of westerberg. he sounded amazing last night. AMAZING. and he had a back-up band that rocked the ever-loving casbah. the sound was great. he sounded great and he looked like he was having a blast.

it was so fun. the lady in front of FFJH and i kicked amazing amounts of ass. she must have been in her late 50s or early 60s. total grandma territory for sure. she was wearing gold hoop earrings, super short white hair, and a fuzzy angora or cashmere type sweater. but the lady couldn’t sit still. she was shaking her grandma ass through the whole show. it was so weird and right all at the same time. shaking ass granny’s husband was having none of this rock and roll nonsense. he had that ‘if you hurry this nonsense up i can be home to watch the news’ look on his face. i wanted to take her home in my pocket for most the night. that was until the emonerds appeared.

they missed nearly half of the show, these two young, young cutiepies in geek glasses, old-fashioned striped dress shirts and neck ties. at one point, right before the encore, cuter emonerd leaned over to me and asked, “has he played silent film star, yet?”
“Yeah, there’s still hope,” i said as i leaned over and shoved my tongue down his throat while gently carressing his junk.

there were a few hinky moments through the show with about half of the audience standing and half sitting. i leaned over to FFJH. “we need to decide if we’re sitting or standing.”
“i know,” he said. “i feel bad standing if the people behind me are sitting. we’re so tall, it’s not really fair.”

and i just love going to shows with people who get it so intstantly that you don’t even have to say anything else.

here’s a sorta set list that i stole from the Men Without Ties message board:
1. Waiting For Somebody
2. Final Hurrah
3. Kiss Me On The Bus
4. My Dad
5. AAA
6. Achin To Be
7. Mr Rabbit
8. Making Me Go
9. Let The Bad Times Roll
10. As Far As I Know
11. Little Mascara
12. Valentine
13. High Time
14. Sadly Beautiful
15. Crackle & Drag
16. If Only You Were Lonely
17. Lookin Up In Heaven
18. What A Day (For A Night)
19. Love Untold
20. I Will Dare
21. I Think I Love You
22. Alex Chilton
23. Left Of The Dial
I’ll Be You
Folk Star/Jingle
Only A Hobo
Can’t Hardly Wait

the cover of the “i think i love you” was fucking hilarious.

the best was when they launched into “I will Dare.” FFJH turned to me and said “now we stand, huh?”
“yeah,” i said launching out of my seat and shaking my ass as best i could. i had a hard time sitting still during the whole show.

it was just so amazing. so so so amazing. and it’s made me even more excited for tonight’s show. and if you want a more coherent review, you can find it on the pipress’ site.

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  1. Damon 06.Nov.04 at 11:19 am

    Sounds like an awesome show…

    Can’t help but imagine what the next two nights have in store for you!

    Rock on!

  2. Robin 08.Nov.04 at 1:32 pm

    What a fucking awesome setlist! I’m amazed by how much old ‘mats stuff he did. Lucky, lucky you!

    Now, he just needs to get his ass back to St. Louis.

  3. John 02.Dec.04 at 1:16 am

    I’m wondering:

    I’ve been searching for an online copy of song I remember/remember loving: “I Will Dare” by the Replacements.

    Do you, anyone, by any chance, have a copy you can email to me??