No More Tears

Enough is Enough

I’ve been to a couple of shows at the Pageant this week. Stereolab was last night and it was a great show. Despite the tragic loss of Mary, Ms. Laetitia was occasionally bouncy and light-hearted. The last time I saw them, their Blip-Blop Space 1999 sound contraptions weren’t working and they weren’t happy about it either. They were quite dour, in fact. But last night they rocked the house and I had the hugest crush on the cutie playing keyboards, trumpet, French Horn and acoustic guitar. I love rocker boys.

Some rocker boys, however, need a quick education in talking to girls and their gay companions. Wednesday, Joyce invited me to join her at the Granddaddy/Saves The Day double header. I went along, ‘coz it’s always fun hanging out with Joyce and indie rock shows always make me giddy. There’s just something really special about live music. The way the bass hits your gut, the way your just cannot help but tap your toes.

So, this very-cute fella starts flirting with Joyce and we had to quickly establish that I was not her date. His ding-dong friend all of a sudden chimes in, “So what does a gay guy get out of being here? She buying you drinks?”

Somewhat dumb-founded I replied that I enjoyed a variety of music and concluded, “It’s not all Donna Summer, honey!"

So this post goes out to Ms. Summer, Babs and the other sound pioneers who rock my world, and to women like Laetitia who share a special fondness for disco, herself.

Posted April 9, 2004 02:49 PM