so pass me a drink and let's roll
May. 10th, 2004 05:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanBig vicariously living completist dork that I am, I pieced together a recount of the Chicago shows:
- One of the first we encountered was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lovecat10036, who informed us that JC had not yet come in for soundcheck and was, apparently, sleeping off jet lag at his parents' house. (tallories)
- Toward the beginning, he mentioned his mom being there and said, "Happy Mother's Day, Mama." (nothinggold)
- I had been a bit curious to see what JC's energy level would be for these shows, given that he had just flown back to the U.S. He seemed up to par with previous efforts, though, as all the usual smiles and hip thrusts were in place. He was, however, noticeably more reserved, no doubt due to the presence of Roy and Karen Chasez in a second-level opera box, watching their son perform. "Some Girls" became a pointing exercise instead of a fondling one, and the racy "Come to Me" was essentially neutered. (tallories)
- I'm to relay that the audience got a "mom-rated" version (as JC's was in attendance) of the first (and, granted, all-ages) show tonight - in Come To Me, he hummed over the masturbation line and walked his fingers along his side instead of down his front on creeping down real slow! Bwahahaha! He's so precious! And! And! He forgot the words to Dear Goodbye! Toward the end of the song, he had the audience sing, and when it was his turn again, he completely forgot what he was supposed to sing and cracked up for the rest of the song! (paraphrased) "Well, that was the first time I've had a total brain fart in the middle of a song, but that's okay, 'cause my mom loves me despite my faults." *dies* Love him. How can you not? (me, as relayed bywithout_me)
- Before 100 Ways he said how people are always requesting this next song and the audience went nuts. He said "Are we all on the same page here? Do you know what I'm talking about?" He said "Ask and you shall receive" and then he started. (belouxs)
- He was hot and passionate and a mass of energy. He said he hadn't done two shows in a long long time but was going to work his ass off to blow the roof off the place. And said he was incredibly excited about doing two. He then said "we can have some fun now since Mom went home to bed." (powrhug)
- There's nothing like being close enough to catch the scent of the breeze he stirred when rushing past; to see the stage lights reflect in his wide eyes and to see that tongue of his snake out periodically, often accompanied by a wicked little smile. JC related early that his mother had gone home to bed and that the evening was now ours to turn inside out. He was a live wire, swearing freely and promising to sing for us until he collapsed, if that was what it took - he was bound and determined to... what was it, girls? "Throw my entire ass into this show?" (tallories)
[ETA: Ahem. "...kick this show in the ASS." (aproposofnothin)]
- Lord, he sang with such passion..just with everything he had. Build My World and Dear Goodbye? They just take on this new energy when sang live. I'm not sure why they didn't capture that in recording, but it's just something else to see live. He literally throws body and soul into singing them. Nothing less than 100 percent. And the second show was even more so. Even though he'd already spent so much of himself during the first. I have no clue, none, how he did it. (powrhug)
- And for the blooper reel? JC's roadies failed to clear away a water bottle from the stage about midway through the show, and it was still there when JC came bounding out for "Blowin' Me Up" moments later. JC spotted the bottle immediately and kicked it aside, no doubt assuming it would topple over and roll harmlessly down into the security pit. Instead, he hit it a little too hard and the thing became a projectile, flying straight and hard directly into the audience where it narrowly missedpowrhug and aproposofnothin and drilled somebody behind them right in the face. [The look of absolute horror on JC's face as that half-full water bottle rocketed into the crowd. - (without_me)] As a result, JC's first line went - "Saw you 'round the other day... Sorry! Shorty she was all the way..." (tallories)
- Let's Go Crazy. He did this insane, screamy vocalization at the end and then collapsed on the floor. Seconds later he popped back up with a beaming, cheesy grin and moved the show along. (belouxs)
- During the CRAZY drum bit, he said Crazy about 20 times and then took the mic to a girl in the audience and said "How're you feeling mama?" Although the required reply should've been obvious, instead she was honest and said "I'm feeling sooooo good!" Everyone started laughing hysterically. He said "I know you are, but that wasn't the tagline." It was so funny and adorable. (belouxs)
- After Some Girls he asked if we were still awake, he said we could do this all night long. He said he was going to put every ounce of his being into the next song and he wanted to leave that place exhausted, like a broke athlete. He said it was going to be a Gatorade commercial. And then he launched into 100 Ways. Oh. My. God. I think I could live off the adrenaline of that performance for the rest of my life. (belouxs)
These mostly-not-new-but-bigger-and-oh-my pictures with the slight warmth in his cheeks and the whole rocker-boy-with-soft-edges thing and the long hair that, as much as I adore the curls, oddly suits him. Yow.
Randomly, since we're a bit picture-happy today, meet my mom and stepfather:
Aren't they cute? It was taken on a vacation to Grenada they took in March. There'd been a wedding on the beach the night before and the party had left the arch.
Also, the biggest lobster I've ever seen:
They shouldn't come that big! Ever! My stepfather does not look, I think, appropriately worried.
Okay, I hereby commission Riprock and AlexG to do remixes of all the songs I already love, because dude! Duuude! I gaped and laughed in delight through both their Some Girls and A.D.I.D.A.S. mixes. *loves*
synecdochic started something amazing here, and it included this: What they received instead was a canvas across which JC had slit open a vein and bled sound.
As I told her, that is one of the most vivid, accurate, and beautiful things I've ever read. Because that's what's interesting about JC's music and what critics seem unable to come to terms with: how intensely in the moment it lives. How he can take whatever he's feeling that day, whether it's the loss of a loved one or the resounding conviction that the world needs an obnoxious sex anthem, put it to song, and give no more or less credence to either.
Quote of the Day:
"...I wanted something where I could zone out, something very hypnotic, something I could drive to on a winding road."
-JC on Come To Me
I had those very thoughts last night on my drive home. Since it's out in the boonies, as I may have mentioned, the road is mostly unlit, so it was all moody and atmospheric and slightly foggy and deserted when this song came on, and I just relaxed back into my seat and let it carry me home. It's like Red Right Hand and Colorblind, and yeah, that's definitely a mix CD I feel coming on.
And finally, Marissa DeYoung made me laugh hard enough to spit orange juice with this bright and early yesterday morning. We're a precocious bunch.
- One of the first we encountered was
lovecat10036, who informed us that JC had not yet come in for soundcheck and was, apparently, sleeping off jet lag at his parents' house. (tallories)- Toward the beginning, he mentioned his mom being there and said, "Happy Mother's Day, Mama." (
nothinggold)- I had been a bit curious to see what JC's energy level would be for these shows, given that he had just flown back to the U.S. He seemed up to par with previous efforts, though, as all the usual smiles and hip thrusts were in place. He was, however, noticeably more reserved, no doubt due to the presence of Roy and Karen Chasez in a second-level opera box, watching their son perform. "Some Girls" became a pointing exercise instead of a fondling one, and the racy "Come to Me" was essentially neutered. (
tallories)- I'm to relay that the audience got a "mom-rated" version (as JC's was in attendance) of the first (and, granted, all-ages) show tonight - in Come To Me, he hummed over the masturbation line and walked his fingers along his side instead of down his front on creeping down real slow! Bwahahaha! He's so precious! And! And! He forgot the words to Dear Goodbye! Toward the end of the song, he had the audience sing, and when it was his turn again, he completely forgot what he was supposed to sing and cracked up for the rest of the song! (paraphrased) "Well, that was the first time I've had a total brain fart in the middle of a song, but that's okay, 'cause my mom loves me despite my faults." *dies* Love him. How can you not? (me, as relayed by
without_me)- Before 100 Ways he said how people are always requesting this next song and the audience went nuts. He said "Are we all on the same page here? Do you know what I'm talking about?" He said "Ask and you shall receive" and then he started. (
belouxs)- He was hot and passionate and a mass of energy. He said he hadn't done two shows in a long long time but was going to work his ass off to blow the roof off the place. And said he was incredibly excited about doing two. He then said "we can have some fun now since Mom went home to bed." (
powrhug)- There's nothing like being close enough to catch the scent of the breeze he stirred when rushing past; to see the stage lights reflect in his wide eyes and to see that tongue of his snake out periodically, often accompanied by a wicked little smile. JC related early that his mother had gone home to bed and that the evening was now ours to turn inside out. He was a live wire, swearing freely and promising to sing for us until he collapsed, if that was what it took - he was bound and determined to... what was it, girls? "Throw my entire ass into this show?" (
tallories)[ETA: Ahem. "...kick this show in the ASS." (
aproposofnothin)]- Lord, he sang with such passion..just with everything he had. Build My World and Dear Goodbye? They just take on this new energy when sang live. I'm not sure why they didn't capture that in recording, but it's just something else to see live. He literally throws body and soul into singing them. Nothing less than 100 percent. And the second show was even more so. Even though he'd already spent so much of himself during the first. I have no clue, none, how he did it. (
powrhug)- And for the blooper reel? JC's roadies failed to clear away a water bottle from the stage about midway through the show, and it was still there when JC came bounding out for "Blowin' Me Up" moments later. JC spotted the bottle immediately and kicked it aside, no doubt assuming it would topple over and roll harmlessly down into the security pit. Instead, he hit it a little too hard and the thing became a projectile, flying straight and hard directly into the audience where it narrowly missed
powrhug and aproposofnothin and drilled somebody behind them right in the face. [The look of absolute horror on JC's face as that half-full water bottle rocketed into the crowd. - (without_me)] As a result, JC's first line went - "Saw you 'round the other day... Sorry! Shorty she was all the way..." (tallories)- Let's Go Crazy. He did this insane, screamy vocalization at the end and then collapsed on the floor. Seconds later he popped back up with a beaming, cheesy grin and moved the show along. (
belouxs)- During the CRAZY drum bit, he said Crazy about 20 times and then took the mic to a girl in the audience and said "How're you feeling mama?" Although the required reply should've been obvious, instead she was honest and said "I'm feeling sooooo good!" Everyone started laughing hysterically. He said "I know you are, but that wasn't the tagline." It was so funny and adorable. (
belouxs)- After Some Girls he asked if we were still awake, he said we could do this all night long. He said he was going to put every ounce of his being into the next song and he wanted to leave that place exhausted, like a broke athlete. He said it was going to be a Gatorade commercial. And then he launched into 100 Ways. Oh. My. God. I think I could live off the adrenaline of that performance for the rest of my life. (
belouxs)These mostly-not-new-but-bigger-and-oh-my pictures with the slight warmth in his cheeks and the whole rocker-boy-with-soft-edges thing and the long hair that, as much as I adore the curls, oddly suits him. Yow.
Randomly, since we're a bit picture-happy today, meet my mom and stepfather:
Aren't they cute? It was taken on a vacation to Grenada they took in March. There'd been a wedding on the beach the night before and the party had left the arch.
Also, the biggest lobster I've ever seen:
They shouldn't come that big! Ever! My stepfather does not look, I think, appropriately worried.
Okay, I hereby commission Riprock and AlexG to do remixes of all the songs I already love, because dude! Duuude! I gaped and laughed in delight through both their Some Girls and A.D.I.D.A.S. mixes. *loves*
synecdochic started something amazing here, and it included this: What they received instead was a canvas across which JC had slit open a vein and bled sound.As I told her, that is one of the most vivid, accurate, and beautiful things I've ever read. Because that's what's interesting about JC's music and what critics seem unable to come to terms with: how intensely in the moment it lives. How he can take whatever he's feeling that day, whether it's the loss of a loved one or the resounding conviction that the world needs an obnoxious sex anthem, put it to song, and give no more or less credence to either.
Quote of the Day:
"...I wanted something where I could zone out, something very hypnotic, something I could drive to on a winding road."
-JC on Come To Me
I had those very thoughts last night on my drive home. Since it's out in the boonies, as I may have mentioned, the road is mostly unlit, so it was all moody and atmospheric and slightly foggy and deserted when this song came on, and I just relaxed back into my seat and let it carry me home. It's like Red Right Hand and Colorblind, and yeah, that's definitely a mix CD I feel coming on.
And finally, Marissa DeYoung made me laugh hard enough to spit orange juice with this bright and early yesterday morning. We're a precocious bunch.
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Date: May 10th, 2004 03:11 pm (UTC)Ahem. "...kick this show in the ASS."
<squees happily, finally home>
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Date: May 10th, 2004 04:25 pm (UTC)And yay for being home! Even though rock stars aren't liable to show up in your living room, there's something to be said for finally being able to put your feet up and sleep in your own bed.
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Date: May 10th, 2004 03:14 pm (UTC)And how cool are you for doing the compilation? I'm making it a memorie!
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Date: May 10th, 2004 04:27 pm (UTC)And I'm so glad you liked the compilation! I'm just happy that we got such a great account of things from y'all, and I'll definitely have to finally run into you properly at the next event.
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Date: May 10th, 2004 04:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: May 11th, 2004 12:02 am (UTC)How cute are your parents? And the size of that lobster is horrifying.
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Date: May 12th, 2004 05:59 pm (UTC)Thank you, they're a pair, yeah. And I think "horrifying" really is the right word for that... thing. *meep*