More Matt Nathanson and Scars on 45 summer adventures.
Friday morning. Wake up in Los Angeles at 5am. Shower. Jump on road by 6am. Drive the 5 hours to Monterey. Drop my car off. Jump back into Jane’s car. Drive the 2 hours to Berkeley.
Long morning, wouldn’t you say? Something about super early morning drives make them seem quicker though.
I love Berkeley. And Matt and Scars on 45 were both playing there 2 days within one another, so I got a good TWO visits in. Matt was playing the Greek Theater. I had seen a few shows there before, and it is AMAZING for live music. Super stoked.
Also on the agenda for the day: Philz Coffee (best coffee ever!) and Saturn Cafe (another vegetarian restaurant.) I like hanging out with other vegetarians just because I’m not the odd ball out when it comes to eating out. Veggie friends for the win!
After Jane and I stuffed ourselves with the caffeine and food, we headed up to the Greek to meet up with Yvonne for the show.
When Yvonne and I had bought our tickets, our seats didn’t really exist on the seating chart. We had contacted someone via email, and they had told us they were “companion” seats that they add in the middle of the aisle of the first three rows. Ok. Cool. So I walk in and…there’s no seats in the middle aisle. The usher told me they must just be seats 1 and 2, and I sat there, but still wasn’t convinced.
Not long after, someone else that worked at the venue came up to me and asked if she could borrow my ticket. And then off she went. And then not long after, she came back with 6 chairs. That looked like they’ve been in storage forever, because they were dusty and full of dirt. JEEZ, THANKS. Hint: Get your shit together before the patrons arrive. Thanks.
I’m telling this you this boring story, because later it has a purpose, which makes it funny. Anyway. Now that my seat existed, we settled in to watch Mary Lambert win over everyone. Girl crush.
Gavin went on next (hooray! Matt closing show finally!) and we were blinded by his stage lights half the set, but I enjoyed the old guy in front of me dancing and singing his entire set.
Next came Matt. This tour, he started off his setlist with Kill The Lights and for some reason thought it’d be fun to start off in the crowd. (Tucson I was confused. Vegas didn’t happen because we were in a pool. LA I was like, “Oh this again.” And then this night…)
As I turned around to watch, I hear Matt say, “Let’s go this way!” to Paul (his tour manager/”body guard” for all these crowd experiences, haha) and “this way” was RIGHT UP THE CENTER AISLE. I’m thinking…Oh fuck. NO. There are chairs here and he’s going to literally run RIGHT into me.
Yup. Matt gets right to my seat and then giggles and says, “Hi!” He then proceeds to CLIMB OVER my chair, and the two rows in front of us, then a security guy who was also following Matt decided to just push me and my chair out of the way (RUDE, and that hurt!) and then he hopped up on stage and I am laughing but I’m also like WHAT THE EFF WAS THAT.
Matt killed it. His voice finally sounded like the sickness plague was gone and I loved every second of seeing him headline a legendary venue.
When the show was over, we hopped into the EPICALLY LONG M&G LINE. I swear, half of the venue was in that line. We were sleep deprived and giggling at nothing, and I know the people in front of us HATED OUR GUTS. I know, I am obnoxious when I’ve had no sleep. Deal with it.
The place where we took the photos was full of lights and it was gorgeous. When I walked up to Matt he gave me a huge hug and I asked him, “Where are we? Prom?” then I said, “Why’d you try to kill me tonight with a chair? If you’re sick of me you should have just said so.”
At this point of the tour I had contemplated going to Portland a billion different times. So I asked Matt, “Should I go to Portland next week?”
“If you want…” he said. “I mean, if you come I’ll change the setlist for you!”
“Can I just connect my car to the back to your bus?”
“You should just ride on the bus with us.”
Psssh, I wish.
We took this horrible photo (SO MUCH HAIR) I shouldn’t even be putting on the internet, but I’m posting it just for the lights.
Then Jane and I drove back to my place. And I think it was around 3am. And we crashed the second our heads hit the pillows.
The next day I worked a 4 – 11pm shift, then Yvonne came to my place and we prepared ourselves for yet another Matt show. I’ll sleep when I die.
The next show was in San Luis Obispo. I realized when getting to the venue that it had been exactly 8 years since the first time I had seen and met Matt, and I got all sentimental about it. Feelings. I have them.
When we were waiting in the epically long m&g line in Berkeley, my friends Sara and Joann had said goodbye in passing. I had asked if I was seeing them on Sunday and Joann said, “I wish.” We had extra third row tickets that no one wanted to buy off us, or even have anyone just take for free, so I asked, “Um. Want our extra third row tickets?” and pretty much made their night.
We met up with them to pass off the tickets, and they tried to give us money, but I wanted to feel like the magic ticket fairy, so we just had them buy us a tour shirt and called it even.
This show was WEIRD. One: It started at 4pm and was HOT AS BALLS. Two: It was on a golf course. Three: Some people I didn’t know who apparently read my Twitter knew my name and my entire life story (“You work at the library. Adam Levine gave you a guitar. Matt always replies to you.” Um. This is a little strange and creepy, yeah?) Four: It was all drunk people who talked all through Matt’s set. Five: Gavin tried to serenade me, to which I uncomfortably laughed at and then he high fived me because I was making my awkward face.
We waited in yet another m&g line. Joann and Sara went in quite a few people before us, and when they came out they told me that they told Matt that one day they wanted to go to as many shows as I have. And he laughed and told them the only way they’d ever catch up to me is if they kicked in both of my knees and went to shows while I was down. HAHAHA. I’d still find a way to go to shows even if both my knees were broken, Nathanson. Don’t underestimate me…
When it was my turn I said, “Matt. Today is a special day.” and he gave me an intrigued look. Then, not even having to explain myself, I said, “It’s our 8 year anniversary.” to which he just got a LOOK on his face, and then I got pulled into the most heartfelt hug. He has this way of pulling you in completely, then embraces your head with his arm…oh man when you get one of those hugs you’ll just know. He didn’t even have to say anything back to me. The hug said it all.
OK. So while I was in SLO for Matt, Scars had a show in Napa that I had to miss. And they do not like to share. So let’s say I got some major shit from Chris when I told him I’d be in Portland the same day they were going to be as well but I was picking Matt. Again. Oh, and I’m not allowed to use the “you wouldn’t even KNOW me if it weren’t for Matt!” line. Ha. It ended with him sulking, me standing there with my arms open waiting for a hug and for him to forgive me, and then finally, “FINE, we’re friends again.”
I joked back, “Shut your face!” To which she gasped and looked at me shocked.
“What camera are we looking at?”
“The only camera there is, Aimee.”
“Joslyn. I’m going to kick your ass. You’re being so fucking cheeky right now!”
Danny was listening to our entire exchange, and he just added, “She’s always cheeky!”
I just laughed. Those Brits kill me.
“I know you do.” The feeling is mutual. LOVE.
Posted on December 14, 2014, in Tour Life and tagged #summerfun14, berkeley, broken anchor, gavin degraw, mary lambert, matt nathanson, san luis obispo, scars on 45, WCM. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.