I don’t remember much of this dream, well at least the parts that make it flow together. It’s very choppy in my mind, so sorry if it makes less sense than normal. In this dream I was extremely violent and homicidal. I was someplace, a house or something, and wanted to fight everyone, or kill someone, or something. I was fighting with someone, I don’t know who, and they threw me over their shoulder like some kind of karate move, and then did some other kind of move where they threw me. The entire dream I was incredibly pissed off and angry, wanting to be violent. Anyway, someone said that I had lost the fight, but I remember I was doing quite well so I wanted to see an instant replay. But instead of an instant replay it was more like a re-enactment. This time since I knew when the girl was going to do those throwing moves on me, I tried real hard so she wouldn’t be able to throw me and she couldn’t. Then this girl I worked with this summer was there, and I wanted to kill her too. So I grabbed this glass as she tried to calm me down, and was going to smash it against the table, but she told me it was plastic. So I tried to find another glass, which there were glasses all over this coffee table. I was sitting on the floor next to the table, and she was across from me. I was holding the glass, and really wanted to smash it so I could throw it at someone. But I didn’t. Then I was at a Sabres game, up in the 300 level. I was still severely pissed off and homicidal, and I wouldn’t talk to anyone. There was something about me wanting to leave and go to sleep, but I don’t know what that was about. So I guess it was the 3rd period of the game, and they took a 5 minute break which confused me. Then I thought it must be going into overtime, that’s why they’re taking the break. But it wasn’t overtime. Then all the ushers working at the arena told everyone to come down to a lower level of seats for the end of the game, because lots of people had left and there were lots of open seats. So everyone went down to the 200 level and I got a seat in the first row. But there was this big wall in front of us, blocking our view, and I thought, “why the hell would anyone want 200 level seats if you can’t even see.” So I stood up to look over the wall, and the players were coming back on the ice after that 5 minute break. Then someone scored, and it was either Varada or Tsyplakov, I couldn’t tell if it was a 25 or 29 who scored. Then we were leaving, and I was feeling in a better mood, but only slightly. I had to go to the bathroom, and then my mom was there, and we went to find a bathroom. She went in first, and I waited outside because I thought it was only a 1 stall thing. Then Danielle and her mom were there, and finally I went into the bathroom. Then I was Michael Stipe from REM, and I had a dress on. It was like an overall type dress, it had straps, and I couldn’t get the straps back on over my shoulders. So I’m struggling with the straps as I’m talking about how I’m dating Courtney Love, and it doesn’t really matter to me (as Michael Stipe) if we get back together or break up. So I can’t get the straps over my shoulders so I decide to leave the top of the dress off, because I had another shirt on underneath, and go back out into the hall. So I’m feeling even better, and I’m not Michael Stipe anymore, and I’m talking to Danielle and her mom. We were playing with these magic wand things, like the ones that have the glitter in them that slowly fall down to the other end. But these had 7 colored disks in them, they were called hypnotic sticks or something, and the purpose was to get all the disks to be equal distance apart from each other, and it was supposed to cure headaches or something. We were playing with them because Danielle’s mom had a headache, with weirdo symptoms. That was about the end of the dream, but through the entire thing, I was in a totally bad homicidal mood, and everyone thought I was delusional and psychotic. People could tell I had “become” Michael Stipe in the bathroom, and when I left the bathroom I was normal again and they could tell. I think people were pitying me because I was so psychotic.

possible explanation: Hockey is explained because I had watched the hockey game that night. I haven’t thought about REM or Courtney Love in a long time, so I’m not sure where that came from. I have no idea why I wanted to kill people, or why I was extremely violent and psychotic.

possible interpretation: I hope this doesn’t mean I am going to become psychotic or violent, or murder anyone.

I guess there had been a Sabres game, and I was trying to find out who won. It was against some Canadian team, I think Montreal. So I was wandering around my neighborhood looking for someone with the TV on so I could find out the score. I ended up walking down Nash Rd and kept seeing a bunch of girls from high school, who I hate, driving around. So I went down into Wurlitzer Park and started walking up some one’s porch steps. It was an old lady’s house, and she saw me coming and warned me not to come any closer. I guess she thought I was a robber. She was an overly paranoid lady, because she had electrified her porch railings, and so I grabbed one while I was going up the steps and got electrocuted. She said she warned me that it was an electrified railing, but she never did. So I’m standing there getting electrocuted, because I couldn’t let go. So I let go finally, and then she felt bad, and took me inside, I guess she trusted I wasn’t going to rob her. I told her I wanted to see the score of the game, and she said sure, and made me put on her husband’s Sabres baseball hat. It said Stu Barnes on it. The Sabres lost (I hope this isn’t a psychic dream, because we play Montreal on Friday haha), by one goal. The old lady still felt bad for electrocuting me, so she invited me for dinner. But I was still pissed that there was no warning sign about the electrified railing, and I didn’t want to stay but she had already set a place for me. She had 2 grandsons there too, who were running around. Well I had to go to the bathroom, so I asked if I could and she said sure, and showed me where to go. It was in  a drawer in a cabinet in the dining room. Well first of all, I didn’t want to pee in a drawer of a cabinet. Secondly, it was in the dining room and there was no door or anything so they wouldn’t see me, and the 2 boys kept running around. So I didn’t go to the bathroom. That was about it.

possible explanations: No idea. I guess just that it’s hockey season, I’d dream about hockey. Don’t know a thing about the electrocution, as I haven’t talked about the time I was electrocuted at work recently. And the old lady, not sure about that either. I’m never sure with anything in my dreams, they are too psycho.

possible interpretation: Well alot of people would say, dreaming about going to the bathroom, meant I really had to go in real life. The dream was near morning, so yeah, I probably did really have to go to the bathroom. But still, don’t know about the rest of it.

Another squirrel dream. I was only taking a nap and I didn’t think I was actually asleep, but…I was in my school’s art building, but it was also where I lived, and I had to go down the hall to show someone something, and we were on the way back to my room when my bracelet fell apart. It was a really shitty bracelet, and it broke all the time. So I was holding the pieces but then dropped a few, which broke when they hit the floor because it was so shitty. I was getting pissed, and went back into my room when  the walkman I was apparently holding broke in half and half of it fell on the floor. So I was really pissed at how shitty everything I had was, threw it all on my desk and left to go to the park. I went to a state park kind of place, with trails and stuff. I guess I had to go there to get something from some particular part of the park. So I was on the trail, and I saw a kid slide down another part of it because it was really slippery. So I’m walking and am about to go down a little hill, and so I sit down and decide to slide down it like the other kid. Then I realized it was really dirty, and decided not to, but since it was so slippery, I couldn’t stand up to walk down. So I decided to try to turn around and go back and use a different trail to get to where I needed to be. So I was still sitting down, and turning to go back, and the trail had shrunk and gotten really skinny, so I didn’t have much room for my feet, and didn’t want to fall into the water that was there. It was a pond, and I looked into the pond and there were stone steps going into the pond, almost like an inverted lego pyramid. Then I saw a fish in the water and thought there wasn’t any fish in the park because it was polluted. But then it turned into a squirrel, and it started swimming really fast, and jumped out of the water and landed on my thigh. I cringed in the dream, and made some kind of scared scream/noise, and I think I cringed in my sleep as well. It was really stressful and scary. I thought when the squirrel jumped out of the water that it was going to go for my neck like a vampire, so I squinched my head down to try to make my neck smaller so it wouldn’t bite it. Then I thought it might have rabies, which made it worse, but then the squirrel jumped off me and ran away.

possible explanation – Another damn squirrel dream…I don’t know why I’m having them. I didn’t even see any squirrels today. I do have a bracelet that keeps falling off, but not breaking, because it has a stupid clasp. Not too sure about the walkman or park.

possible interpretation – Again, not sure, I really need to take a class on dream interpretation or something.

I was at Tops grocery store, with Liz, Lucky and Nikolas from General Hospital. We were in an isle, in front of this kind of conveyor belt. We were helping the store clean up and get organized for some kind of corporate review. The store was disgusting and I kept saying that I didn’t know why we were helping, because there’d never be enough help to save that place. So I was quickly putting these blocks of stuff onto this conveyor belt and they’d go down to Lucky and Nikolas, but I was going to fast because I had manic-depressive illness. I was manic at that point and going too fast for everyone. Then I got real depressed and could barely move, I couldn’t lift the blocks because I was so depressed, and my medication was giving me side effects so I felt sick. Then I was sitting in the food court part of the grocery store, I was fine, not sick or manic-depressive, and Stone Temple Pilots were giving a concert there. So then Danielle was there sitting at the table with me watching the concert. Near the end, Scott Weiland took his shirt off, and then went for his pants. Danielle and I both screamed “Take it off!” and he stopped and said, “Does anyone want to help me with this?!” And without hesitation I got up and walked over to him. He had pajama pants on, and they were safety pined on tight so they wouldn’t fall off. So I undid the safety pin, put the pin on the table and pulled his pants off. So I stood next to him and put my arm around his shoulder as everyone got a good look at Scott naked. Then my parents were in the crowd, and started taking pictures of me and naked Scott on stage so I could prove that I was the one who took his pants off. It was weird, because I could feel my arm around him, and he was sweaty and stuff, it felt very real. Then I woke up to Bone Thugs n Harmony’s “Crossroads” in my head….

possible explanation – The manic-depressive part can be accounted for because I had just finished reading a book about it. Tops market, General Hospital, and STP can’t be explained really. Scott taking his pants off might be explained by the fact that he did take his pants off when I saw STP in concert a few weeks ago. Why I dreamed about STP I’m not sure…

possible interpretation – not sure it means much of anything, mainly because the manic-depressive part had been spurred by the book. The other parts seem relatively meaningless.

Apparently I was in charge of getting together a reunion for a bunch of my friends, that I used to talk to in #Mjfans on the undernet. It was a real reunion, not an internet one, and I had planned for it to be at TGI Fridays restaurant. So I went, and met up with my friends, and we were seated. But then, surrounding the building outside, were tons of men all in black, with big guns. They were sharp shooters, they had the red lazer sights on their guns. They were there trying to kill some guy who was on top of a building across the street or something. The bad guy shot one of the sharp shooters. Then inside the restaurant there was a rotunda kind of thing, and inside the rotunda were tons of sharp shooters. So we’re all in the restaurant, a lot of people were there, and no one could leave. We were huddled on this small staircase, because we didn’t want to get shot by the bad guy. We were right under the rotunda, and every now and then the sharp shooters would aim their guns at someone else, and all the light scopes from the guns created a weird cool light show. So then, I left the restaurant somehow, with my dad. And my mom was on this piece of cardboard, like a drawing. And then she died. The drawing wasn’t breathing or anything, and so we rushed to the emergency room, so they could fix her. We gave the doctor the cardboard, and Danielle came walking out, perfectly alive. Apparently Danielle was supposed to be my mom or something. So I got really pissed that why didn’t she call and tell us she was alive, and stuff.

Another part of this dream, or some other dream, I was with a bunch of these friends, and two strange boys came to talk to us. They were really nice, the one boy shook my hand and it was really soft. Then we were someplace, again huddled down, but not from sharp shooters, and I sat behind the soft hand boy. He put his arm around me, and then I assume, we were dating. But we never said anything to each other because he was really shy. But he was really nice to me, without even needing to say anything. It’s hard to explain.

possible explanation – Not too sure. My friends from #Mjfans are trying to get together an IRC reunion, so that could explain part of the dream. The sharp shooters and Friday’s came out of no where.

possible interpretation – Help me out on this one haha…

I was in London, England, on a bus. It was a kind of tourist bus trip around the town kind of thing. We passed another bus, and on it was Simon LeBon from Duran Duran. He was getting off the bus, so I got off mine and followed him. I was trying to catch up with him, but there were a lot of people in the way. He stopped at a theatre, but it wasn’t a movie theatre. It was a kind of TV studio, because they were showing Hollywood Squares (the game show). He asked the woman if there were any tickets left, and she said no. So I asked him how much they were, and Simon said 1 dollar. I said oh, and suddenly Simon asked the woman to buy all 500 of the tickets for the next show. He looked at me and said, “Just think of this as a precursor of more extravagant things to come.” I said ok, and it was just assumed that I was now on a date with Simon. So since we had time before the show, we went into this store. The store was some kind of sensual, seduction store. The only thing in it was lit candles all over. It was then understood that we were going to end up having sex later that night. Since we still had time before the show, we went to an apartment, which I assumed to be mine. We were there for a while, and he told me about how stupid Robbie Williams is. Robbie was dating a teacher, who was constantly teaching her kids not to have sex before marriage, but then Robbie got her pregnant. Then Simon had to go home, and he lived in Oklahoma City. Then Danielle came over to my apartment in London, and we were fixing my bed because something was wrong with it. The mattress was all flattened, more on one side than the other, and the sheets didn’t fit. We turned the mattress over, and started taping the sheets onto the bottom of the mattress so it would stay. Then Simon called me from Oklahoma City, and we talked on the phone for a while. He made some comment about living in Oklahoma City, where things blow up every 10 minutes. I thought it was odd that he was British and lived in Oklahoma City, and I was American and lived in London. Then he said that there was something he wasn’t going to tell me until Monday, but figured that he’d tell me now. So he told me to open the envelope he had left in my apartment. So I did, and there was a piece of paper that was like a TV screen. Simon was on it with a man dressed in a rabbit costume, and Simon started singing about how much he liked me and wanted to be with me.

That was the end of that dream, but it moved on to me being at my house, and there being a squirrel inside. It brought me keys to the door, like a dog, to be let outside. So I took the keys, and then it ran at me, and I jumped over it before it could bite my foot. Then I opened the door and got it out of the house.

possible explanation: Absolutely no idea. I haven’t listened to Duran Duran in a long time, I haven’t seen them on TV, haven’t thought about them…I have no idea why I was dreaming about Hollywood Squares, as I haven’t watched that show in ages. London is explained because I had been thinking about asking a friend who lives there about his apartment. There has been no news about Oklahoma City, so that was out of nowhere as well. The squirrel dream, another part of my reoccurring squirrels biting my feet dreams.

possible interpretation: Again, absolutely no idea. I don’t even know where to begin. Help appreciated *email*

I had gone to Antarctica to view a raising of an island that had been buried underwater for years. After it had been raised, we were walking on the ice, and I found some computers that had been buried in the ice from when a school had been there. So I dug one out of the ice, and I turned it on and it still worked! So I was looking around on the computer, and it had all this information about Limp Bizkit and their new album “chocolate starfish….”. I was amazed that they had known this info years before Limp Bizkit even was created. Then Fred Durst was there, and I was telling him how much his new album sucks. Then I was in my room, and an old friend from high school showed up, and was telling me stories. Then he began quoting Orgy lyrics, and I was like, “hey. good one.” Then I was at my house, in my family room and my cat was scratching at the door to be let in. So I opened the door and let her in. Then there was more scratching at the door, and I didn’t know why because I had just let her inside. So I see her outside again, and open the door. But it wasn’t her, it was a squirrel. The squirrel came inside and bit my foot, and I couldn’t get it off of me.

possible explanation: There’s been a lot of coverage of Limp Bizkit’s new album. What computers on Antarctica has to do with it, I’m not sure. The squirrel thing…I’ve been having reoccurring dreams about squirrels biting my feet.

possible interpretation: I’ve looked at a few bullshit explanations about squirrels and feet, but nothing seemed right. Limp Bizkit’s new album does suck, so I’ve heard, but I don’t know first hand. I just hate Fred Durst.

I was walking on campus one day, and these squirrels were running around. One came up to me and bit my foot, and I couldn’t get it off. I kept kicking at it with my other foot, but it wouldn’t let go. I was doing all I could to get the squirrel to let go of my foot. So I went to the health center, and told them a squirrel bit me again and I couldn’t get it off. I had said “again”, so apparently it wasn’t the first time I had been bitten by a squirrel.

possible explanation: No idea. This was the first of my newly reoccurring “squirrel biting my feet” dreams. I didn’t remember the dream until later that day when a squirrel ran in front of me when coming back from class.

possible interpretation: Like mentioned above, I’ve looked at a few online dream dictionaries for squirrels and feet, and found mostly stupid stuff.

I was Carly from General Hospital, and Sonny from GH, was supposed to be taking me out to dinner for our wedding, and to celebrate being married. But he said we had to do something else first. So we were at this dinner party, maybe a banquet, and we were walking around carrying trays with tons of wine glasses on them. I was getting very pissed at him for making me do this when we were supposed to be out celebrating. Then, Sonny was outside, and he got hit by a car. I went to the hospital with Bobby, from GH, to see if he was ok. We found him, and he was just a head. He had no body, but he was alive. Then I was wondering how GH was going to deal with this, Sonny just being a head. I figured they’d introduce some new character that was his twin, who lost a head, and would attach the body to Sonny’s head.

possible explanation: I like Carly and Sonny on GH…Nothing like that has happened like that on the show, so I really don’t know where it came from.

possible interpretation: Not sure. Maybe nothing.


Stone Temple Pilots Saturday – October 7, 2000 – UB Alumni Arena

Oct 7th was the STP concert at UB’s Alumni Arena. Danielle and Adrienne came over in the morning so we could get ready for the show. We crimped my hair (it ended up way poofy, very cool looking), I wore my black vinyl pants, my rock star shirt, black jacket and my blue feather boa. Around 3 we left to go to UB to wait outside the arena, doors were at 6:30. It was cold, so we ended up sitting inside the doorway to the arena for a while before getting kicked outside again for the last hour. They had to lock up the building so that they could do sound check and stuff without us hearing.

So everyone was smashed outside in the cold until they finally opened the doors. We had to go through metal detectors, and of course, Danielle and I both beeped so they asked to look in our purse. While she was showing the guy her purse, I pulled out my cell phone, said that was all I had and left without them even looking at my purse. So we quickly got to the door to the seats, ran down the stairs and got front barrier. Eric, Mary, Karl and Kelly who didn’t get to UB until 630ish ended up finding us, and were a few people behind us. So we chilled up in front and waited for Liquid Gang to come on. They started at 7:30 and played for a while. They were really good, and I was really impressed. After they finished, they changed the stage around (and let me just say, they had a really good system. It only took about 10 minutes. The drum set was on wheels, so they just had to wheel it in, the guitars were tuned, and everything was quickly ready for Disturbed).

So Disturbed came on. The crowd got rough. Buffalo crowds are full of assholes. This was the worst show I’ve been to, crowd wise. Everyone was pushing, which is expected, but this was worse than normal. Being against the barrier didn’t help because there was no where to go. There was this really bad asshole between Danielle and David trying to push through the whole time. The guards were going to pull him out just because he was causing trouble but then left him. So the entire Disturbed set, I couldn’t breath, I was falling over without being able to fall because there were so many people all smashed together. Half the set I had a security guard standing in front of me pulling crowd surfers over the barrier (but that was OK, because anytime a security guard stood in front of me, I ducked and covered, knowing a surfer was near), or just monitoring the pit. Most of the time all I could see was a person’s stomach, and I was concentrating too hard on breathing and keeping my feet on the floor. I prayed for Disturbed to end so that I’d be able to stand up straight and breath. No such luck, because even after they were finished I wasn’t standing straight and was still stuck. Disturbed were OK. I was disappointed because I had heard so many good things about their show at Ozzfest, and how they were one of the best band’s there. Their set lacked energy in my opinion, and…how do I put this?…it was very WWF-ish if you ask me…The singer David looks like he could be a wrestler to begin with. The electric chair intro was cool, but very WWF-ish to me. And he was always doing that “suck it” D-Gen X thing. Danielle and David thought their set was amazing… I definitely would not say amazing. I’d say it was all right, better than a lot of stuff out there, but definitely not amazing.

So after Disturbed finished, they changed the stage again and the guys from Liquid Gang walked out in front of the barrier to talk to everyone and sign stuff. Well we were all stuck, unable to move at all. The guys in the band walked over to us, Kelly was able to get her and Karl’s tickets out for them to sign, the rest of us were too stuck to move. The singer Jose came over to us, Eric told him he was on the street team, etc. I shook his hand, and he complimented me on my boa. I ended up shaking all their hands, and telling them they did an awesome job. The guitarist Stinger ended up signing my hand because that was all I could move. He liked my hair. I talked to Chris the other guitarist, and I can’t remember if it was him, or the bassist Eric who had the tattoo on his arm that I asked about. It’s Chinese (or something) symbols, I asked him what it meant and he said basically that he wanted to be a musician. Craig was the last one to go by, and I told him they were awesome.

So then….we waited for STP to come on, everyone pushed the other way so we could all try to be standing straight. Danielle got pushed back and I ended up next to David holding on to the barrier for dear life. Then I decided there was no way I was going to survive so I had the security guards pull me out. I went back in on the left side of the stage and just stood there. STP came on, and it rocked. After a few songs I stood up on a chair in the front row of seats and it was perfect. I could see over the crowd, I could see the entire stage perfectly, and I’m sure it was way better than it would have been if I had stayed at barrier (for one thing, security would have been in front of me most of the show, and I would have died). Everyone else ended up leaving the crowd by walking out (or pushing their way out) instead of being pulled over the barrier. They ended up on the opposite side of the stage from me.

STP KICKED ASS!! They opened with “Crackerman”, they did a couple songs acoustic (“Sour Girl”, “Creep”, “Big Empty” I think), then went back to the normal stuff. They did the new single from “no 4” and “Down”, the rest were off the first 3 albums (only 1 song from “Tiny Music…”) During “Plush” Scott went into the right side of the crowd in the bleachers and let people sing with him. It was very cool. During “Dead and Bloated” (I think) David from Disturbed came out and sang with Scott, and that was very awesome. As an encore STP came back out and did “Sex Type Thing” (I think, god I can never remember set lists lol) and Scott wore an American Flag on his head. Then he decided to tie the flag around his waist and take his pants off. Well, first of all he didn’t tie it very good. Secondly I don’t think he realized that when he lifted his leg to get his pants off, that everyone on the left side (where I was) could see inside the slit of the flag where it was tied. You know what that means… I saw Scott Weiland’s penis…HAHA. At end, Robert (the bassist) went over to Scott and started to untie the flag, so Scott put his hands under the flag and over his balls, and Robert took the flag and danced around with it. Then Scott had to walk off stage naked, so we all got a nice shot of his ass. Haha.

The show kicked ass, it’s up on my list of one of my favorites (despite the bruises, and  complete bodily pain everywhere). So after the show, I had to find everyone else. I stayed on my chair and looked over the crowd to find them but couldn’t. The guys from Liquid Gang were behind the side barrier so I went back over there, now that I could move, to get their autographs. I got all except Craig, who wasn’t around there. I got Eric’s signature first (I had to explain that all I had for them to sign was a pad of paper from a Funeral home, they laughed about that), then Jose started playing with my boa and put it around his neck as we were talking. I was getting Chris’s autograph and I asked if I could touch his hair (it was all spiked, tons of gel, very cool). Then I had to chase Stinger up the seats (not sure where he was headed) but caught up to him and got his autograph. I didn’t stick around there to see if Craig was going to come out.

I left the inside part and went to find my friends. We had the possibility of going backstage after the show through a girl who works for 103.3 the edge so I figured they’d be by 103.3’s van. I was right, I found Danielle Adrienne and David, but then we had to wait for Eric and the rest because they went to look for me. So then we went back inside where Eric and them were buying merchandise. After we decided to head around back to see if we could meet anyone else in the bands. It was raining, which sucked, but that wasn’t my first time out in the cold rain waiting to meet famous people. Eric and them were ahead of me and Adrienne, Danielle and David, and we were walking behind the busses, which the area was blocked off with yellow caution tape. So I had the bright idea of going under the tape anyway. I figured what are they going to do? Kick me out? I’ll be no worse off if I do it, I’ll just end up behind the tape again. So Adrienne followed me, along with Danielle and David, and very spy like, we walked in between the busses and stood around with some other people who had the same kind of idea. Eric and them left, I guess. I got to see inside one of the busses finally!

So then a cop/guard came and told us all we had to leave and go behind the tape. So we started to leave but I went in between the busses and decided I wasn’t going to leave. Adrienne and I ended up “hiding” behind one of the busses, while everyone else went behind the tape again. There were pine trees we were standing under behind the bus, and then 5 guys who had the same idea joined us and we stood there talking. Then more event staff and cops came, and they told the people behind the tape they had to make sure to stay behind it. 3 of the guys with us went behind the tape, 2 others hid between the busses again, and Adrienne and I stood there. A bunch of the event staff people saw us there, 2 cops looked right at us, and no one said anything. I kept joking around that if we don’t move they can’t see us, you know, like the Tyrannosaurus Rex. So for about 10 min we stood there without anyone bothering us or asking us to leave. Then finally one of the event staff kids asked us if we had passes. I told him we did, but we lost them. He said if he didn’t see a pass he’d have to ask us to leave. So we said OK, but then just stood there. We jokingly argued with him about bribing him, and he told us that he’d get in trouble if he let us stay there. But we just stood there. We waited for about 5 min, and he kept telling us, “you’re not moving”. I said yeah, I know.

Finally Adrienne and I went behind the yellow tape. We ended up talking to this girl and her boyfriend, the girl was a singer and wanted to sing for Jose. Then there were 3 boys next to us who had caught Scott Weiland’s towel and were waiting for him to come out and sign it for them. They were really cool. Then David from Disturbed came out, he came over to me first and signed my paper I had, and I shook his hand (my hand was freezing). He signed everyone else’s shit, and left. We decided to leave, STP doesn’t cater to their fans much, and it was cold. The 3 guys invited us back to their dorm room to party, but we had to go. We drove home, I managed to get my pants off and inspect my bruises. The show was awesome, but a very asshole filled crowd (most of the people we had been up front with had left during STP, even the annoying kid with the “Still Remains” sign). Definitely looking forward to seeing STP again eventually…and Liquid Gang (they just impressed me beyond belief… and they were so nice).

A Perfect Circle Boston

August 18-20, 2000

August 18th, Danielle and I headed out to Boston to see A Perfect Circle in concert. We made plans for where to stay, and all that jazz, only we didn’t have tickets to the show. We figured we’d get scalper tickets, and go anyway. So we left around 7 am, after getting breakfast at McDs. We stopped to eat twice. We were starving, and so we got off at an exit in Mass, but it just turned into another expressway, and then into another one. We got off that and ended up in a mall parking lot, but I managed to get back to the Mass Pike without getting any food. After that small detour, we made it to Belmont, where we were staying, around 3:30. We got pizza, and made plans to take a taxi to the show. Debbie drove us to the subway station at 5:30 to catch a taxi to Avalon, which was in Boston, across the street from Fenway Park. The taxi driver, who didn’t speak English, dropped us off at Kenmore Square, because Lansdowne St. (where Avalon was) would be too crowded. So he pointed us in the direction of the street and we walked to the venue.

When we walked up lots of people were outside looking for tickets, and we found Krista and her friend Sarah. They needed one ticket, and ended up getting it from this guy with a stuttering problem. They went inside, and left us out to find tickets. We ended up getting some free promo stuff, the Mer De Noms 4 song sampler CD, and the Sunna sampler tape. We walked around and asked a few people. One guy offered us backstage passes. I asked to see them, and he showed me, but it was so generic it was obviously fake. So he said he’d try to find us tickets, because he felt bad we had driven so far to see the show. Then we ended up getting our tickets from the stuttering guy. It felt like a drug deal. We walked down the street a bit with him (away from the cop who had been sitting in front of Avalon. There was a baseball game too, so there were lots of people selling tickets), he gave us the tickets, we gave him the money and pretended nothing happened. So we went inside, by this time, very low on cash. We passed the merchandise for sale, and saw a shirt we NEEDED to have. So Danielle got money out of the ATM for them. We got our shirts, and headed inside the bar area.

We made our way closer to the stage on the floor, and I was looking for Krista. I had given up and was just looking around the club when I saw her standing on these steps that went from the bar/table area to the dance floor. So we pushed our way through the crowd over to her, and got on the steps with the people who were over there. We could see great because we were higher than everyone else, but we were right in front of the speaker. Sunna was the opening band, and they were pretty good. Just really, really loud, so I was totally deaf after their set. Next to us was this guy who seemed really nice, cuz he helped us onto the steps, and stuff, but he turned perverted. He was trying to get between us girls, and ended up almost groping Danielle during A Perfect Circle’s set.

So anyway, Sunna played, and left, and APC set up their stuff. A black translucent curtain fell in front of the stage, and we waited for the show to begin. After a long wait, 2 women walked on stage, sat at a table and lit a candle (so we could see through the black curtain). They played some card game, and whoever lost took a piece of clothing off. The point of this, I don’t know, but of course the guys loved it. So they got down to their underwear, blew the candle out and left. Then APC finally came on. They opened with “Magdelena”, half of the song performed behind the curtain. Then the curtain fell and it was just so way cool. After ‘Magdelena” was “Orestes”, and ‘Sleeping Beauty”. I have no idea the order of the set, but I know they played everything except “Renholder”, and they added “Diary of a Lovesong”. They closed with “Judith”, as expected. It was so awesome to hear everyone scream “fuck your god” along with Maynard during that song. During one of the first songs, people were pushing everyone on the floor, and everyone on the right side of the stage (where we were) fell like dominoes. This caused everyone on the steps to fall too. I think I was one of the last people to fall, but this guy fell on my leg, which was caught between him and the steps. I’m so lucky it didn’t break, cuz this guy was really heavy. My leg hurt a lot, and I thought I was bleeding, but this hot guy in a black mesh shirt helped me up. Danielle asked if I was ok, and I was. So we watched the rest of the show which kicked ass. It was one of the best shows I’ve seen. Maynard’s vocals sounded incredible, and everyone played with such excitement and passion. It was incredible. Maynard had a blonde wig on instead of the brown one he had been wearing. He talked to the crowd a lot, about living in Boston, and his reason’s for writing Diary of a Lovesong (to mediate his liking of Black Sabbath and the Cure). Paz had “D Lohner” written on her bass. I tried to get pictures of it, but even though I was close, I was too far away for the writing to turn out good. After the show, we got out of Avalon, and it was raining. We walked to the Square where we had been dropped off to get another taxi home. This guy didn’t speak English either, yay. So we got back to Belmont, and put ice on my leg. I had a big red welt, bruise and brush burn near my knee, inline with where the edge of the top step would have been, and a big bruise on my ankle where the edge of the lower step was. I am so damn lucky I didn’t break my leg. It hurts like a bitch.

Saturday Debbie and Kenny took us to Harvard Square to look around and shop, and to Newbury Street. We had dinner at Friday’s on Newbury. I bought a bunch of used CDs at one shop. At the Tower Records in Harvard Square, they had a big APC display of the promo poster, and album flats pasted onto one of those Styrofoam tack boards. I asked the guy if I could have it since the concert had been the day before, and they didn’t need to advertise it anymore. He asked me if I was trying to convince him, or myself, and I said him, so he told me to get it out of there. So Danielle and I took the display, and are going to use it at school. At Newbury comics, I asked for a few more APC album flats. Saturday night we went back to Belmont and watched “The Jackal”. Good movie. Sunday we got up early and headed back home around 10. We stopped to eat at the same McD’s we did on our way home from Salem last Halloween. We got home around 5/5:30.

It was an awesome trip, and an amazing concert despite the leg wound.

NIN #1

Nine Inch Nails – Toronto, Ontario – April 28, 2000

During spring break, I got tickets to the Nine Inch Nails show in Toronto. The Thursday before the show, Eric came and picked me up to stay overnight in his apartment at RIT. Friday, I spent a few hours in the RIT library, yay, and then around 4:30 me, Eric, Mary, Karl, Dan and their friend who’s name I can’t remember left for Toronto. After a quick stop at Karl’s house and Wendy’s we hit the road for Toronto. I had told my friend Carolyn to meet us at this Taco Bell near Maple Leaf gardens at 6 or 6:30…but since we didn’t leave until 4:30 we were about 2 hours late HAHA. So anyway, we get into Canada, and are on our way…we hit a bit of traffic, nothing bad.

We get into the city, find a parking lot and go get Carolyn at Taco Bell, who was ready to just go home. So we went into MLG and got padded down, pink wrist bands, and headed out to the floor. As soon as we got onto the floor Carolyn and I lost the rest of them (actually, their no name friend had a seat by himself, and we all had floor tix) but found a spot in the crowd until we could find them again. We missed half of A Perfect Circle’s opening set, but from what I saw they were pretty good. So they finished, and we walked around the back of the crowd as people left before NIN came on. We found them, and rejoined them. At 9:30, the show started. There was a black curtain around the stage, and they “opened” with “pinion” which went into “terrible lie” as the curtain opened. This is the complete


Terrible Lie
March of the Pigs
The Frail
The Wretched
Gave Up La Mer
The Great Below
The Mark Has Been Made
Get Down Make Love
Head Like a Hole

E N C O R E :

Just Like You Imagined
Starfuckers, Inc.

They played for an hour and a half. At one point Trent talked to the crowd about how it had been a long time since they had been there, and he thanked us because they were really looking forward to playing for us, and how we made him happy and that was a rare event. The show was beautiful. The stage was pretty small, smaller than what I expected. They had 3 LCD things (dunno what u would call them), that they used for lighting instead of just pictures (like jumbotrons)..they moved down from above them pointing down, to behind them and they moved front and back, and it was a really cool effect. During some of the instrumentals they did use them for natureish pictures of water, and a field of tulips, and it was gorgeous.

After the first 3 or 4 songs, like when they played Piggy, the crowd mellowed out, and were amazing. The beginning was nuts of course, and we got thrown around a bit (That’s when Karl got hurt), but after Piggy, it was great. I had a perfect view of the stage the entire time, we were about mid stage mid ice. I had no problem with people around me, and I didn’t need to get my spleen removed afterwards haha. Before the encore Trent was like “you put me in a good mood, and that’s a rare thing, thanks.” What else..god it was just so incredible…The best show I’ve ever been to…Ok, so NIN closed with “hurt” the LCD screens were behind Trent and light just shown on him and it was so great. Um…I guess that’s it…so after the show we went out to find Karl, and got in line for shirts, which was worse pushing than the crowd during the show was.

After we got our shirts we still hadn’t found Karl, so Dan, Carolyn and I went out front, no name guy and Eric went out back and that’s where he was, near the parking lot. So I said goodbye to Carolyn, and we headed out of Toronto. By then it was about 12, and when we finally got to the QEW, we ended up losing no name guy who Dan was driving with, because they went a wrong way, then made an illegal turn back into the right way, but then we got stopped at a red light, and lost them. Since no name guy drove so slow, we caught up to them, passed them but they didn’t realize it. And so we lost them again….we pulled over to the side of the road until they passed us again, then we ran over a box which got stuck under the car for the entire way home haha.

Then in Oakville we got stuck in traffic cuz of construction, that was about 5 feet…but they merged 4 lanes into 1 without any signs or anything. We were there for a half hour…so that ended, and we rode back to North Tonawanda. Got home at quarter after two, drank a bottle of water and went to bed. On Saturday I got up around 12, took a shower and stuff and Eric, Dan and Karl and some girl, Kelly I think, came to my house to go to the Our Lady Peace show…which I wasn’t going to go to because I had so much work to do, but I did anyway. We went to UB (university of buffalo) to find out about it, doors opened at 4 so we went to the mall and then back to UB. We found out that OLP wasn’t going to go on until 9pm, so we decided not to go, and go back to school. So we went and got my stuff from home, and then to Eric’s house where his parents made us dinner, and drove back to RIT. After a quick stop there, Eric drove me back to Geneseo, and this boring life.

One last thing, Trent is the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life. He is amazing.


July 20th, 1999 was the Nsync/Jordan Knight concert at Six Flags Darien Lake in NY. Danielle (my roommate) and I left to go there at about quarter to 5, and we got there around 5:30. We parked, and got to the line. IT WAS HUGE!! So we found the end of the line and waited for doors to open. Then all these people started screaming (I guess it was because people thought Nsync came out to see the line, I dunno) and lots of people left the line to rush the gates (sort of). So the line disappeared, and we figured, what the hell.

So we mushed into line near the front, and we ended up getting in a lot sooner than many people who had been there all damn day!! So we got inside, and went to the field, where our tickets were for. We weren’t lucky enough to get seats, so we had to settle for the general admission part of the theatre. So we made our way through the crowd (using our mad awesome crowd maneuvering skills learned from Orgy concerts 🙂 lol) and we turned up being about 4 away from the front barrier of the field “seats”. We had a pretty good view of the stage. So then… after waiting a while, there was this chick who came on stage and sang some song. Then this group called PYT (awesome Michael Jackson reference) came on. They were 4-13 year old girls. They sang some song, and left. Then some 4 black guy group came on and sang 2 songs (I think). Then I guess you could say the concert began.

Sugar Hill Gang (the first rap group ever) came on. They did some stuff, played some songs that have recently been sampled by people like Puff Daddy. Then they played Rappers Delight, the only song anyone actually knew. So then after they left the stage they got it ready for JORDAN!!! YAY….They had a big picture of his album cover on the stage, and after awhile this DJ guy (DJ Finesse) came on and started the set. Jordan’s dancers came on and did some stuff and Jordan finally appeared. Oh my god he is sooo gorgeous. He was wearing all black, a suit with a jacket and everything, and sunglasses. He began to sing “A Different Party” and it was soo totally awesome. The dancing was amazing (and you can soo totally tell he is influenced by Michael Jackson). After that song he took his jacket off and was talking to us. He said that his album was for sale at the vendors stands if we wanted to get it “it’s right next to the glow sticks”! AHH he was so adorable!!!!!!!! So after that he talked a bit more about how beautiful we all are (LOL, all the little 12 year olds) and he began “Never Take the Place of Your Man” and I almost died. He is just so amazing. So then, his DJ did something, and Jordan was jammin. Then he took his other shirt off, and so he was wearing this black sleeveless shirt, oh god! LOL…So then he did “Give It To You” after asking us all if he could give it to us (hell yeah baby! right here!)… Everyone sang along to that song, and he did a longer version of it with way more SUPER sexy dancing. Oh god. He is just amazing.

So he only did 3 songs, and that’s ok since it wasn’t his tour, and my god, was it worth it!!!! So then after a break Nsync came on. We watched from way further back than we were for Jordan. We were way high up on the hill and could barely see anything, not like we cared. We watched for a while. They did this thing where they showed a clip from the 60s, and then sang “That Thing You Do”. Then they did the 70s, and in their clip was tons and tons about the Jackson 5, and then they performed the Motown Medley from Jackson 5. It was really good actually!! Then they did a clip from the 80s, and they showed some of MJ’s motown 25 performance of “Billie Jean” and me and Danielle screamed LOL. They did “Celebrate” for that song.. then they did the 90s and went back to their own stuff. Blah LOL.. we left during “God Must Have Spent A Little More Time On You” (that is too long of a damn title, that’s worse than Jordan’s “Never Take the Place Of Your Man”). We pigged out in the car, and started home. It was so rad, and Jordan is so god damn gorgeous!!! I can’t wait til he tours himself in the fall. I’m there dude, every damn show!