When I was 16, my hero, my big brother Alex, bought me four CDs for Christmas. One of them was Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain, by Pavement. It made a lifelong fan of me. Tonight, I got to see Pavement for the first time ever, 16 years after getting my first record. Here are some highlights from the show:
1. Meeting up with eight other friends, all of whom know and like Pavement. Growing up in Montgomery, I never thought I would have more than one friend who liked or had ever heard of Pavement (yo, CG).
2. I think I've finally decided I have a sensitivity to marijuana smoke. It would explain my vehement hatred of it. My stomach cramps all up and I get nauseous.
3. This girl, standing in the area where everyone else was sitting.
Why, lady? Why not go stand in the standing area? She stood by my friends who I wanted to sit by, totally blocking Stephen Malkmus from my view so I had to move to the standing area. Not that I mind standing at a concert. It was just one of those moments where you question another human being's value. To her I say, "Girl, you are a douchebag and a half."
4. Stephen Malkmus' wit. Sharp as ever.
5. Absolutely beautiful weather, for once in Portland.
My list makes it sound like it wasn't a great night, but it was close to perfect; even magical. I had a blast, and I'm happy the band decided to grant me a reunion tour. I never got to see them when they were together because I lived in Alabama, so this was the fulfillment of one of my biggest wishes in life.
P.S. Tall people standing in front of me at concerts: You suck. Always have, always will.