I Have Learned Nothing: The O’s

So Friday was another long ass day at work and I was ready for a little rest and relaxation when I got off at 7:00. Thankfully, my break came courtesy of The O’s and a little venue called 502 Bar.

I did not even know cute little bars/venues like this existed in Lamesville! If I had to compare it to one in Austin I would say that it is like Skinny’s, but a little bigger. They had an extensive drink menu and had Tito’s on special, so I knew what I’d be having. After an epic drunk at the MC Chris show (more on that later) that ended with my stomach returning its contents to the ground from whence it came, I had instituted a one-drink policy for the night.

Best laid plans, y’all.

Anyway, I got my Tito’s and Sprite, picked up at Shiner for Mister E and a couple of shots of Jameson for Taylor and John, better known as The O’s. They’re a little indie band from Dallas that is mighty fine. I met them at The Mohawk in Austin (I have been having quite the concert summer, you see) last month and they are some of the nicest guys you ever want to meet. I shouldn’t have been surprised, since they hang out with the guys from Calhoun on the regular. We even talked about what an asshole Tim Locke is (just kidding, he’s awesome).

First things first, I dropped off the shots and greeted the guys. I said hey to Taylor and introduced him to Mister E, and then he said possibly the greatest thing ever. My favorite song by them is Lighten The Load, which is my go-to “stop worrying, it’ll be fine” songs and I had expressed a wish on Twitter to hear it. He told me they had never played it live but they were gonna do it for me that night. There aren’t enough less-than-threes in the world.

They went up on stage to finish setting up and Mister E and I set up shop at the table right beside the stage. There was this thing on the menu called an Orange Whip that consisted of Ketel Oranje, St. Germain, something else, and an orange wedge. It looked promising so I thought I’d relax the policy while I bought Mister E his very first Moscow Mule and another couple of Jameson shots for the guys.The Orange Whip

They played my song, y’all. They said it was a “very special request” and played the song I listen to every time I’m stressed about dental radiographs, whenever I know I’m gonna get snapped at, whenever the anxiety threatens to overwhelm me. I play it so much Mister E was able to sing along. Taylor thanked me for getting them to play it and I thanked them back. With words and booze.

Lighten The Load

The show was so good! I’ve only seen them live twice but I am constantly fascinated by how John can play the harmonica, the banjo and the tambourine at the same time while Taylor sings, plays guitar and kick drum. Seriously, if you’re not listening to The O’s you are missing out. I don’t like pigeonholing music but I suppose you’d have to call them alt-country or maybe even alt-folk. Just go listen to them, already.

The O's

After the show I picked up another Mule for Mister E, some Jameson for Taylor (John wasn’t finished with his yet) and um, another Tito’s and Sprite for me. SHUT UP I KNOW. According to my practice manager, alcohol is a solution. To what, I’m not sure. Social anxiety?

We had a great time talking to the guys, talking about music, burgers (veggie and otherwise) in Austin and the fact that driving north via 281 is a lot nicer than 35. They’re the kind of guys you could just go hang out with and it’d be cool. They’re so cool I bought them beers. Yeah, more of them.

Finally I just said fuck the policy and picked up two Jameson shots for the guys and a shot of Tito’s straight up for myself, which we used to close out the night. There were hugs and goodbyes, and I staggered out of there with my husband to drive home and pass out in my clothes. Good thing my Bee and Puppycat shirt is so comfy.

If things work out, Mister E and I might be going back to 502 to see Mega Ran very soon.

I plan on recapping the other concerts I’ve seen this summer in the next couple of posts, so look forward to it if you like hearing about these little adventures!

Life’s Like A Jump Rope: Blue October

Yesterday was my day off and I was on Twitter (as usual), when I saw Blue October tweet that they were having a free show at the Barnes and Noble out in Moneyville. As you know, Lamesville isn’t known for its music draw and the chance to see one of my all time favorite bands in my town for free was not to be missed. So once the traffic died down I put on my Yee-haw Kitty Shirt and started the drive.

It did not go smoothly.

First, I missed my exit. Then my GPS refused to reroute it. Then the map server fell off the face of the earth and I found myself circling a fancy-pants area of town called The Rim. After giggling like a 12 year old boy, I stopped a gentleman in the Bass Pro Shop parking lot and asked him where the hell the B&N was. He gave me some circuitous directions and I finally found my way to the “venue” with only about 10 minutes to spare.

Then there was a line. The upper deck where they were having the show was filled to capacity and they weren’t letting us up. I decided I would have to content myself with just hearing the concert. Then the kind manager let the rest of us up and I squeezed myself in with a bunch of other people, all of whom were taller than me. By some amazing stroke of luck, two people moved a certain way and I was able to see Justin from between their heads.

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The set was awesome. I finally got to hear songs from their newest album and the story behind Bleed Out made me get teary. Then he had everyone in the store sing Into The Ocean and I really got teary.

Then I found out they were signing CDs. I immediately ran down to the music department, bought a CD and got my group number (I) for the signing line. My plan was to get some Starbucks, grab a manga, and just chill ’til my group was called. Unfortunately when I got back upstairs I discovered I was in hell. I couldn’t get to the manga. It was behind where they were signing. So I made a new friend. Her name was Alex and she was like 20 years old but we bonded over nail colors and Blue October “oldies.”

When I got up to the signing table, I got the VERY LAST poster of the night. They were all “you’re the winner!”  I was all “What did I win?” What was the answer? “The very last poster!” Which they then signed for me.

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The signing was great and everything, but the real moment of the night (probably the week or possibly the month) for me came when I got to stand in front of Justin and thank him. Thank him for all the times I felt alone in my mania or depression and his words saved me. Thank him for letting me know through his songs that he had been where I was and was still going as best he could. Thank him for giving me the chance to sing along and know that someone, somewhere knew how I felt.

My voice shaking, I told him thank you. I told him I went through some really heavy stuff last year and that his music helped me through and let me know that someone else had the same issues and was keeping going. Justin shook my hand and told me he was glad to be there for me, then he said the one thing that matters to someone like me and to people with mental illness all over the world.

“You’re never alone,” he said.

How I didn’t start crying right then and there is beyond me. I gripped his hand and thanked him again, then moved along so everyone else could have their chance to thank him. I’m crying right now, though. But they’re happy tears this time.

At this time last year, I was still hiding in my house. I was hearing voices and wondering why I was even alive. I was scared all the time. I never would have been able to put on clothes, get in a car and drive myself to see a show, even if it meant meeting one of my heroes. I never would have been able to see a tweet, toss on a pair of shoes and head to Moneyville. Every day, I’m still amazed at how much I’ve been able to do since then. And through all of it, Blue October has been there to tell me that “Life’s like a jump rope.”

Thank you, Justin. More than I can ever say.