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It’s fitting that I am making my way home from Montana from a Matt Nathanson show today.
On this day, ten years ago, I saw Matt for the first time.
My first show I actually went for the opener. I only stuck around to see what the fuss was about, because I had been told by multiple people for a few years that I needed to see Matt live.
I was completely captivated. I kept looking around me like, we are lucky individuals to be experiencing this guy right now.
My first conversation with Matt made me feel like we were old friends. Then he told me a story about his cat and I was all, this dude is so rad!
A few days later I saw him again opening for Pink, solo with just an acoustic guitar in hand. I was blown away by how he could capture an entire audience’s attention by just himself.
I was hooked. I went home and downloaded Beneath These Fireworks and Live At The Point. The following year, Some Mad Hope came out, and that was the album that made me go, WOW. I’m all in. Throwing myself in completely. And I threw myself in, alright.
To make a long story short, here we are a decade and 175 shows later.
I sometimes wonder how this guy I go and see a crazy amount of times per year (and usually in places nowhere near where I live…I mean come on, who drives to MONTANA?!) will still look shocked or get excited when he spots me in a crowd. How is he not sick of me when I walk up to him at a meet and greet for the 10 dozenth time?
I guess I can say that I’m lucky; my appreciation for him is reflected back.
So. Matt. This is what I have to say to you.
There’s a million words to express how I feel and how thankful I am about everything over the years. I could sit here and write a novel, because I never shut up and talk way too much, but I’ll just get to the most important part of this post. I just want to say:
Your music has gotten me through the good days, and more importantly the bad ones.
Being at your shows feels like home; they are my happy place.
Because of you, I have been introduced to some of my other favorite artists (but no worries, you will always be my #1!!!)
I have also met some of the absolute best friends I could have ever wished for. It’s because of your music we were brought together, and without you, they wouldn’t be in my life.
I know I say this all the time, and I’ll most likely keep saying it to you for the next 10 years, but you are the best. The best.
Thank you. For everything. For the music. The friendships. For the endless hugs, and guest list spots. For the flowers and pastries. For hitting me in the face with a guitar pick and nearly taking out my eye (haha, never letting you live that one down!)
You mean a lot to me. More than the words in this post can express. So since a picture says a thousand words, here are a few of my favorite moments together over the past 10 years.
Thank you for the last ten years. The best 10 years. You truly are the best.
Three days after getting home from all my Maroon 5 shows, I was on the road again. Sleep when I die…
This time, it was for a band that I’ve loved since I was 15: Lifehouse.
I found out about this show after a heads up from my friend David. At this point the show had already been on-sale for awhile, so by the time I got my hands on tickets, the closest available was third row. As long as I got to see them, I was good sitting anywhere. (And after a week of general admission m5 shows, I was happy for a reserved seat. #TeamElderly)
The morning of the show, I worked a half day at the library, then hit the road to head to Modesto. I wandered around downtown for a bit but let’s face it…there’s not much to do in Modesto. I sat around the venue reading. There was a VIP option that included a meet and greet before the show, and 10 minutes before it was supposed to begin I decided…I deserve to go. So I walked right into the venue and went. #IDoWhatIWant
Although I dislike Modesto, I did like this venue a lot…
There were appetizers and such during a reception before the meet and greet. I didn’t want to focus on food. I just wanted Lifehouse! (After the m&g I did eat this vegan little sandwich guy they had and I should have shoved some into my face before hand because OMG delicious.)
They soon started letting us into the room where the band was, a few groups at a time. When I walked into the room, they looked up and past the people who were currently talking to them and saw me walk into the room. They all got huge smiles and starting waving happily at me. Pretty sure my face had a ridiculously large smile as I waved back. (And sorry to the people that were trying to talk to the band at that time, cause they were all looking at me…)
When it was my turn I walked into open arms for hugs. I yelled “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” at Bryce right before I hugged him, because it happened to be his birthday. It’s an amazing feeling knowing that even though you haven’t talked to your band face to face in a few years, that they still remember and appreciate you.
“On the drive here I realized that I’ve been a fan of this band for half my life. I was 15 when I first started listening, and I’m going to be 30 in a few weeks!”
“You’re THIRTY?!” Bryce said. Evil look from me. You’re not a spring chicken yourself, dude. Haha.
Jason had a better reaction and smiled really big, “Half your life! We’re growing up together!” (I was 16 and he was 19 the first time I saw Lifehouse live, so we are literally growing up together.)
They thanked me for coming and I just said, “Of course!” and we started talking about something else when the photographer came up behind me and was all, “Uh you need to turn around and take your photo now…” Bryce just gave me a look and apologized. Being rushed is no fun. 😦
Doors opened shortly after, and I went to find my seat. There were two openers who totally underwhelmed me, and I sat twirling my thumbs. The first two rows of people didn’t even stand for half of the show, and that wass just as super annoying as the openers. But hey, better view for me in the third row, so thanks losers!
Every time I see this band, I swear they are better than before. I could watch them every night for the rest of my life and still not get enough shows.
After the show I was standing around outside with David and his two friends he brought chatting. One of the guys that put on the show came out and handed me an autographed poster from the evening. Aaand thank you very much!
We ran into Jason as he was leaving, who smelled like he had been enjoying a beer or two (celebrating Bryce’s birthday the right way!) and he smooshed his face against mine while hugging me goodbye. I turned 15 again. Ha. He’s still so pretty and perfect and the man of my dreams…
Needless to say, I pretty much drove home on a Lifehouse high. 10 days until I see them again, and I can hardly wait!
As short as the trip was, TRB never disappoints. All the fun was had. I always said that TRB 13 couldn’t ever be topped (that boat = EPIC) but 15 gave it a damn good run for it’s money!
Boarding day was on a Saturday this year, which made getting through the work week torturous. I was legit unproductive the last 4 hours on Thursday. (I don’t know how I lasted that long.)
After my last shift, I packed up some last minute things (my packing motto this trip was “if it fits, I’m gonna stick it in” #thatswhatshesaid) and headed up to Walnut Creek to stay the night at Dawn L and Tracy’s place. We were awake until probably after midnight, and the alarm was set for 4am. Ha. Torture part two.
We zombied out the door Friday morning, even after a few cups of coffee, and headed to SFO. Once we were there checking in, it really hit us that it was ROCK BOAT TIME. I think I yelled ROCK BOAT multiple times throughout the airport.
This was my first time on a non-stop flight and man…I’ve been spoiled. I never want a layover again. I had booked my flight way after DawnL and Tracy, so we didn’t get to sit together, but Virgin has seat to seat texting! So we spent a lot of time messaging one another. It was a thumb workout.
We finally arrived in Fort Lauderdale around 5pm, and man, loosing 3 hours really throws you off. When we went to find our bags, we found the lovely Rachel who was staying with us that night. I might have screamed her name all the way across the baggage claim, and she may have heard me. I am loud.
We took a car to Miami. It was long and hot, and our driver was weird and rude. As soon as we walked into our hotel Michael Franti and Jay (his hot guitarist) were standing there and I knew it was going to get even better.
We settled into our room and refreshed ourselves, before going back down stairs to have dinner at the connecting restaurant. Our friends April and Joe were also staying at the Marriott, so they joined us half way through.
After dinner, we were headed out of the restaurant and ran right into Scars and crew! We had a happy little reunion and chatted for a bit before they headed in for dinner.
A month before, we had gotten WCM/Scars tattoos and they were seeing them for the first time (in Danny’s handwriting; the hashtag is Aimee’s.) Danny grabbed each of our arms and rubbed them with his thumb, as if they were sharpied on and would come off. Yes dude, that’s your handwriting, and yes, they are permanent. 🙂
Sleep didn’t last for very long though, because around 6am Brianna and Jeanette arrived from their red eye flight from San Diego.
Thus, began a morning of 6 girls in one hotel room. SHENANIGANS. I apologize to our hotel neighbors, because we were talking and laughing and dancing and singing songs about cats pretty much all morning.
Around check out we headed to the lobby of the hotel to attack the Starbucks and wait until it was our assigned time to arrive at the port.
Rachel and I were the last two down to the lobby, and after we got our coffee, we rounded a corner to Dawn L saying, “Look who we found!”
AUSTIN! My homie! We hugged it out, and then I finally met his super adorable wife, Amie. They are seriously the cutest couple.
We all hung out in the lobby for a bit, and then we hopped into a cab to head to the port.
ROCK BOAT, WE ARE COMING FOR YOOOOU.
The process of getting onto the boat this year was HORRIBLE. I don’t even understand what was going on. This was my 10th cruise, and it had never taken over 45 minutes to board. This year? 3 AND A HALF HOURS. ^&%&^#$%^#&@%$
I had never been so excited to take a boarding photo, and see the high five sign in my life.
As I was running across the pool deck, I ran into Beth, Amanda, and JC. Beth bear hugged me and then I yelled “I FUCKING LOVE YOU BUT I NEED FOOD.” and continued on my venture. Ha. Sorry girls. We had the next 4 days. Feed me or Joslyn is gonna murder people.
As I was plating a salad, the staff was shutting down the buffet on me. NOOO. I had a half assed plate of spinach. Better than nothing.
Afterwards we went to meet up with the girls and head up to our “spot” to watch the sail away show. They always hand out complimentary shots for sail away, and I grabbed 2 because HI IT’S FREE ALCOHOL.
Sister Hazel came out and said that for the first song, there were free drinks, so we ran down a flight of steps and double fisted drinks as the bar tenders walked by with trays of drinks. Um, fuck yeah I was gonna be greedy.
So after the shots, plus 2 drinks (or was it 3?!) I was feeling NICE. Nice and tipsy. We ran into these fantastic people and chatted for a bit.
During the set, the most hilarious thing happened to me and it set up the beginning of an inside joke for the rest of the entire boat.
Long story short…to keep the identity of the person safe I won’t name names…HA. But SOMEONE from my favorite band had a little too much to drink. And then that someone might have came and ran into our group and it turned into a giant group hug. That someone might have spilled their drink all down me while saying, “This feels like a NAKED HUG!” then proceeded to scream, “Rape, rape!” And then to end it all…that person grabbed and squeezed my ass. And I mean it was a good one. Full hand cupped and all.
After that incident, we headed into the atrium to watch Green River Ordinance. Their set started at 12:30am and I was at the end of energy for the night, so I said that I would stay until they played my favorite song. They played it second. Ha. So away I went to bed.
The next morning Beth, Amanda and I met nice and early to workout. I never sleep, even when I have the choice. Sigh.
After our workout I headed to grab an americano because caffeine always, then back to the room to get ready. Dawn L and Tracy were awake, and we were chatting about our nights. They had gone to watch another band when the whole “naked hug” incident happened, so I was telling them about it.
“Oh, you SO DO.” they agreed.
“Oh. So you don’t remember spilling your drink all over me while hugging me and saying ‘This feels like a naked hug!’ then screamed ‘rape, rape!’ while grabbing my ass?”
Let’s just say the band all had different reactions to this. One of them nearly fell out of their chairs laughing, one looked like they wanted to crawl under the table and die, one had their mouth open and asked me to repeat what happened, and the one who couldn’t remember what they did just stared at me.
Let me make this clear: I found this whole situation HILARIOUS. I am a touchy person and I slap my friends asses all the time, so I was not offended by this at all. Look at all the fucks I give: none. So I was laughing this entire conversation.
“That should be your next tattoo. ‘Hashtag: This Feels Like A Naked Hug.'” OH MAN. Good times.
Kris Allen was in the same meet and greet, so we headed over to his table next after traumatizing my favorites. Heh.
I had seen Kris a bunch of time, but hadn’t met him yet, so I was pretty stoked about this. He’s so little though he makes me look massive in that photo.
Austin aka Broken Anchor was also having his meet and greet that morning, so we hung out for a bit before the bands switched out and we got to say hi.
The WCM adores that dude.
We then headed on up to the sports deck because Scars on 45 was playing another soccer match. This year I did not even sign up to play after my SUPER FAIL the previous year. Ha. I learned my lesson. I SUCK. The end. Spectator for life.
Austin had his first set of the boat, so we headed on down to Bar City to watch. But first…more coffee.
We pretty much ran away after Austin’s set, because the Shadowboxers were playing up in the Spinnaker. THEY ARE SO TALENTED AND HOLY MOLEY SEXY.
That night Scars played their first set. ON THE POOL DECK. We had been waiting for a pool deck show for 3 years! In the middle of the set, the “incident” got brought up. Well, sorta. They were talking about onstage how one of them had a little too much to drink the night before and a few people had come up to them and asked if they remembered it. They were talking to those people from onstage. Then I was pointed at and was told, “We’re not talking about yours!” and I just died laughing. Oh the joy it gave me. Hahaha.
We were sad about the lack of a DJ this year (wah, no dance party USA!) but Headphone Disco was going on. We decided to go and see if it was worth the hype. UM YES.
The next morning was the day we got to get off the boat. We decided to workout before getting off the boat, and ran into Steve, Chris, and Em in the gym while we were in the middle of our workout. Watching them do their workout put my workout to shame. Hahaha.
So during my workout, I was complaining that my butt hurt. I shook it off as being sore from the previous day’s leg/butt workout. I even foam rolled to try to ease the pain.
After I had showered it STILL hurt and I had been thinking…that’s exactly where my ass got grabbed. So I hiked my shorts up, looked in the mirror and OH HEY THERE’S A BRUISE. Oh yes. The story just got more hilarious.
I head to the other girls’ room and I am all LOOK AT MY ASS. Yes, I shared my bruise. We are close and I don’t care. I’m a classy lady like that. I’d probably flash it to you too, if you asked nicely.
So Beth, Amanda, JC and I head off the boat to wander Cozumel. Basically if you didn’t book an excursion, or took a taxi somewhere there wasn’t much to see.
After, we realized there was nothing else close by. And we were bored. So we wandered back through the shops, and still bought nothing. We wanted this minion shirt but it only came in infant size. Wahhh.
The theme of this night was “Epic Movie Night” and I was all about the Harry Potter. I dressed as Hermione/a nerdy Griffindor student. (And failed at getting a photo of my entire costume. I had awesome socks and shoes that you can’t see.)
We decided to play cards against humanity for a bit before it was time to watch Scars, and EVERY SINGLE Harry Potter card kept popping up. Magic!
At midnight, all the bands were performing out on the pool deck for Epic Movie Night. Scars went on first so we braved the wind until they went on. Then we stuck around for a few more songs from other bands, then headed to put some stuff back in our cabins cause the best was yet to come!
The set lasted for an hour and a half. This was also when we were going back from Mexico/US time, so we ended up loosing an hour when it hit 2am.
So when it ended, it was 3:30am. And we were still awake. And no one wanted to go to sleep yet. And then Steve yelled, “DRINKS ON ME!” so we all piled into the casino.
“No. Joslyn. That is not me. I don’t want my actions to change how you feel about the band. You are like family to us. I’m deeply sorry.”
“Oh, fuck.” HAHAHA.
The night turned into day and we were all still wide awake. More shenanigans happened that I will just say what happens in the casino, stays in the casino.
There was another incident that happened once I got into my cabin that I’ll just let that rest at sea as well. HA. So many shenanigans! So by the time I finally went to sleep it was after 7:30am. I woke up at 10am because my body hates me. I laid in bed chatting with Dawn L for a bit, then took a quick shower and around 10:30 am decided to head on up to grab food because I was starving and breakfast was over at 11.
I felt like a zombie, and I was heading towards a 2 seater table to sit by myself when I heard my name. I look up, and there are Danny and Aimee. Danny laughs and says, “The look on your face tells me you just woke up.” and I gave him a YOU HAVE NO IDEA look back. He gestured to sit down at their table and then they proceeded to ask me about the evening.
“Wait…7:30…AM? You only slept 3 hours? Why?”
We then played 20 questions (for real, that kid kept the questions flowing) and then I caught them up on everything.
“What the fuck do you think?” Hahaha. And she calls ME cheeky…
We chatted for a little bit more before they headed out, and told me to get more sleep. Sleep, what’s that? I did get the largest americano I could get my hands on afterwards though, then headed back to the room to put some makeup on my face so I wouldn’t look like I apparently felt.
I finished getting ready and then found Beth. We headed out to the pool deck to watch the Mowgli’s at noon, and I don’t know how I was standing at this point. I think the sunlight helped though.
We then headed to watch Scars’ final set in the atrium. Wah, it was all ending.
We went back to the Atrium to watch the “secret show” from a few of the bands. We ran into Em and Steve and they told us that the Headphone Disco guys had asked the band to come and guest DJ for the night. YES DANCING.
After packing and crawling into bed around 3:30am, we woke up at 8am for breakfast. I literally rinsed off in the shower, threw a hoodie on and over my second day hair, and headed into the dining room to meet with everyone for food.
After we ate, we ran into the band so we said our goodbyes. I adore those kids. Just stick me on a boat with them forever.
We stood around the boat for as long as possible until staff was shooing us into debarking.
Luckily, the debarking situation went about 2000% quicker. I think we got off the boat within 15 minutes of being shooed away.
Our flights weren’t until 5pm, so we were not in any rush at all getting a taxi and heading to the airport. When we arrived at the airport and checked in, it was still only a little after noon. Ugh, the forever wait began.
We went to lunch (well, I drank mango iced tea) and we basically laughed at everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. At one point I was crying and laughing over spilled BBQ sauce. That shouldn’t even BE funny. Don’t sleep for 4 days and man…mind is fucking lost.
After what felt like FOREVER we boarded our plane and of course I wasn’t tired. The eff. I was sitting next to Tracy, who was in the aisle seat, and Dawn L was in the seat on the aisle across the way. Dawn L basically fell asleep the second we got on the plane. Haha. Tracy and I talked and watched random TV channels. At some point I had dosed off and woke up and was leaning all up in Tracy’s space. I was like OH WHOA SORRY and she just laughed at me.
Apparently whenever I fell asleep, Dawn L was awake and vice versa. So. I never even talked to her the entire 5 hour flight. Tag team sleeping. Gotta keep Tracy occupied. 😉
Luckily, we walked right to baggage claim and our bags came out within 2 minutes. And then when we called for the shuttle it was there within 5. Yes please always. We picked up Dawn L’s car then headed back to Walnut Creek.
It was around 11pm at this point and I decided to just tough it out and drive the 2 hours home. It was fine until the last 45 minutes and then BAM super exhaustion. By the time I got home at 1am, I beyond face planted right into my bed…where I stayed for the entire remaining day.
I woke up the next morning with no voice, so I knew it was a good one.
The year wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t end it seeing Matt Nathanson play a few Christmas radio gigs.
And by a few, I mean five. Ha.
The first stop was in Modesto. California decided it had enough of the drought that week, and it poured for DAYS before the show. On my way to Modesto, I have to drive through farms. Like, middle of nowhere, my GPS is lost signal, farms. Which also had puddles probably as high as my waist. There was no way I was driving through those, so I did a ton of off roading. Modesto. Ugh.
I then headed back to the venue and of course was the first one there. Because I get everywhere way too early. It was still raining, and I found a parking spot right in front of the venue, so I just sat in the car and waited in case a line formed.
Caroline showed up not long after I, and we sat in my car and just talked about all the things. We placed an umbrella as a line holder. Haha.
2 hours later people finally arrived (yeah, I could have totally worked a half day at work instead of taking the whole day off…) and we basically were like, oh hey, this is our umbrella, and stood in front of them and set up chairs. Teenagers let you do whatever when you’re an adult. Cool.
It was cold, and I had hand warmers to keep me from freezing to death. I can’t handle cold. I am also just a wimp. Let us in, already.
A zillion hours later, we are let in and were disappointed to see that the front row was all reserved. NOT COOL.
It comes with the radio show territory though, so we sucked it up and sat in the second row (I’m spoiled, shut up) and waited for the show to begin.
Andy Grammer opened and OH MY GOD I fell in love. He won me over probably not even two full songs in. I’ve known about him for years, but never paid much attention. But all of a sudden my attention was on full alert.
Next was the cool kids, Echosmith. I wasn’t feeling them much. Either it’s because Matt was next or what, but eh. Pass.
American Authors was playing last, and I sat there for awhile contemplating whether I wanted to stay or not. I chose to leave, since I had a 2.5 hour drive and it was already getting late, and I had a full day at work the next morning.
This show was a win you way in kinda show. I had won tickets by listening to the radio non stop for a week. Yvonne had won as well, and for some reason it was hard finding people to come be our plus ones. WHAT. People are crazy they didn’t want to go. Last minute my friend Kelly decided to come to see Matt, because she fell in love with him at last year’s Merry Mixxer, and ended up having the day off from work.
Here’s kind of a crazy story? Randomly in October a girl named Mallory started following me on instagram, after she had seen one of photos I had hash tagged of a show we had both attended. She then browsed through my account and realized we go to a lot of the same shows. We were commenting back and forth, joking around that she was stalking my account, and we quickly realized that we live in the same city! Which is just crazy! She wasn’t really trying to stalk me, but we even worked 2 blocks away from one another, and oh man crazy small world!
After Modesto, she had commented that she was jealous on one of the photos I had posted. We still didn’t have a second plus one at that point so I asked her if she wanted to go. I emailed her the details and ensured her that 80% of my friends I met on the internet or at a concert, and that I wasn’t a crazy internet person. Haha.
So. She came! (I can 110% confirm you that neither she or I are crazy, because we just carpooled and went to another show together two weeks ago and had a ton of fun.)
Before she had arrived, I had met up with Kelly and Yvonne. My other friends Joann and Sara were there as well. (They were the ones that Yvonne and I gave our extra 3rd row Matt tickets to back in July.)
Sara had won a Matt meet and greet, so they got to go in early. I joked around that they owed us and should save us seats. And they are awesome and did. They also told Matt I said hello, and his response was, “Well where is she?!” (Mentally hugging that guy…)
Once inside, we settled into our third row seats (give third row, get third row!) and waited for the show to begin. The lineup was once again another show with Andy Grammer, Matt, and American Authors.
You guys. Andy came out and if I thought I loved him after Modesto, holy moly, I loved him 20 times more after San Jose. THE KEYTAR.
WATCH THIS VIDEO AND NOT LOVE HIM. SIGH. (thanks Carrie for recording this.)
Before Matt was about to begin playing “Suspended” he introed it with, “This is a song about sunshine.”
My friend Carrie, who was sitting two rows in front of us, and myself both went, “WOO!”
“Only two people like sunshine.” was Matt’s response.
Carrie turned around and we both laughed. We are the sunshine lovers. Yes.
I guess that is only funny if you were there. And are Carrie and I….
After his set, I then fought with myself on if I should skip American Authors and drive home. I decided to go home, because I had to wake up at 5am the following morning and I hadn’t even packed yet, for yet another show. And then it turned into 5 of us leaving all together, leaving the third row practically empty. Whoops. Sorry AA for bailing twice in a row.
5am is a ridiculous hour to wake up. Jumping on the road at 6am, and driving 500 miles is even more ridiculous. The things I do for Matt Nathanson…
The 8 hour drive to Vegas was not a fun one. I woke up feeling kinda cruddy. Plus there isn’t much to look at. Or to stop at. So you have to strategically plan your pit stops.
Nina met me in the lobby, and as we were standing around chatting, I felt someone walk up and stand to my left. I looked up and, oh hey, it’s just Matt. Ha. I had been in the middle of a story, and I kinda just stopped and said, “Oh woah, HI.” and went in for a hug.
We hung out in Nina and Caroline’s hotel room for a little bit, and then Erin, Dahl, Beth & I went out in search of dinner.
We then still had a few hours to kill, so we waddled around Hard Rock looking at all of the displays they had.
Finally, we went to pick up our tickets (I probably paid way too much for a front row ticket) and they handed me a set list time.
UM. EXCUSE ME. Why does Andy get a 15 MINUTE SET? And Matt 25?! I knew it was going to be short, but damn, the set changes were longer!
I pouted a bit, but was still excited for the show. I had bought Andy’s album on itunes and listened to nothing but him the entire 8 hour drive. Mark this as when the obsession began…
So, Andy comes out. Plays 4 songs and I pout all over again.
Better Than Ezra was next. I knew I wouldn’t really enjoy their set since I didn’t really enjoy them when Scars on 45 had opened for them. I was bored.
Train played last. We only stuck around because we were staying at Erin and Dahl’s house that night and only had a 20 minute drive home.
Once again, we were the girls in the front row not singing the words to their songs because we don’t know them. But we still got a selfie! Haha.
After the show, we said goodbye to the girls. Then we couldn’t find the parking lot for 20 minutes. This is the second time I got lost in a casino hotel in Vegas. And I didn’t even drink!
Finally my car was found (hooray!) and we headed to Casa de Hansens.
We sat around eating pumpkin ice cream that Dahl and Erin had been saving for us for months (so nice!) and chatted for awhile. I started feeling really stuffed up at this point, so I headed off to bed.
When we woke up the following morning, I felt a little stuffy still, but was doing okay. The Hansens made us breakfast, and we had donuts from Pink Box (OMGG) and we sat around talking for awhile more before Beth and I had to start getting ready and making our way to California.
D & E packed us a lunch (they are seriously the best) and then we started making out trek back to my home state.
This drive sucked more than the drive to Vegas, even though it was significantly shorter. I was starting to feel all sorts of horrible. Halfway through the drive I had to stop at a Wal-Mart and buy tissues and cold medicine, because my nose was producing as much snot as Niagara Falls. I seriously just shoved tissue up there to stop the flow. TMI, whatevs.
We stopped at a Dunkin Donuts halfway on the drive because YES COFFEE. Jane was also driving from Vegas, and had ended up being right behind us on the drive, so we planned the stop accordingly. She gave me a gift of a 1 POUND REESE’S that she had bought for me when in Vegas. I was scared and excited about that sucker. After being all OMG PB and caffeine in hand, we jumped back into our cars and headed to check into our hotel for the night.
We made a quick change and I tried to cover my rudolphed red snot nose before we headed out the door to the show. The cold medicine wasn’t doing much, so I just threw all the tissues in my bag and hoped for the best.
We met back up with Jane at the venue. Doors were opened at this point so we headed right in. Beth and I needed to use the restroom, and I had remembered there were ones from the previous year (Matt had played the same show the year before) that were down and underneath a half flight of steps that there were never a line for. Secret bathrooms, what up.
So. I walk out of the bathroom and Jane says, “You just missed Matt.” and I’m like, DAMN YOU BLADDER COULDN’T YOU HAVE BEEN EMPTY. Haha. But then a second later Ayappa walks by and says, “Miss Joslyn! Are you ready to rock tonight?” He is always so nice even though he sees me everywhere.
The venue wasn’t actually letting us sit in our seats yet anyway, so we were standing by the stairs just talking and waiting. There were elevators down the hall a bit, which I had my back to. I heard the elevators ding and then a very distinct voice exclaim, “I JUST LOVE THAT YOU ARE EVERYWHERE.” I turn around and there is Matt, once again!
There had been these girls next to us who WOULD NOT STOP TALKING during his set, so I started saying, “It was good. Even though it was short, and those fucking bitches…”
“These girls next to us wouldn’t shut up! I was going to punch them!” Seriously. Learn concert etiquette, please.
Then I poked him in the shoulder angrily. “YOU. What are these rumours about this summer tour with BTE and Sugar Ray?” (BTE had done an interview online saying they were going on tour together that summer. Total lies.)
“I love those guys, but that’s not happening. I am going on tour this summer though. I’d sneak you guys what it is, but it’s not mine.”
“So you’re OPENING?!” I say giving him a ‘I do not approve’ look. Man I can be sassy with him sometimes. Ha. (Turns out he’s being opening for The Fray and Train, so this summer is still going to be as horrible, just different bands than what we were expecting.)
“I know. I know.” he then told us the new album should be out by April (I thought to myself, “‘l’ll believe it when I see it.” It’s now March and yeah, no way is that sucker anywhere near complete. Nathanson time is always longer than real time. If an album does come out next month, you can tell me to eat my words. Ha.) and we talked about it being stripped down and more intimate and then he looked at his watch and said, “Oh, we go on in less than 30 minutes! We should go!”
We figured they must have opened the doors to the floor for us to find our seats by then, so we all headed along our ways as well. Love little run ins though. Makes my day.
Um. This was the most expensive Matt show I’ve ever been to. I’m not even going to name the price because it is RIDICULOUS. 2014 was the year of spending all the money.
We didn’t realize it was going to be full band acoustic until Shiben and Lovejoy walked out onstage with Aaron and Matt. Full band acoustic is the BEST.
Chris sits down on his cajon and spots Beth and I immediately. His jaw drops open and he just looks back and forth between the two of us for a few seconds. I love that guy. And no one should be surprised to see us anywhere at this point.
After we had ran into Matt, my nose magically stopped running. The healing powers of the Nathanson hug, I joked around. So during his set I could breathe and it was fantastic.
They played an hour long set and I was super happy about it. The half sets the last few days had been killing me.
OAR played after Matt, and unfortunately I began to slowly deteriorate again. I almost went and laid down on the couches in the lobby of the venue, because I was beginning to suffer.
I don’t know how I was standing after the show. At least this photo you can’t tell show horrendous I felt.
Palm Springs was not planned. At all. At the time of the San Diego show, I didn’t even know it existed. I think it was only announced 2 weeks before the actual show date, which was a day or so after I got home from the Scars shows. It was another one of those call and win your way in radio shows, and since I live a good 7 hours away I knew there was no way that I had a chance at it.
But, somehow the concert gods out there were looking out for me. I had tweeted the radio station, a “Can I come please?!” reply and that’s it.
Two days before the show I was at my friend’s house for a Christmas party. We had been drinking and I’m pretty sure I was a little tipsy. I had grabbed my phone to Google a movie title I was trying to remember, and got totally side tracked because I had a DM on Twitter from the radio station.
“Are you over 21? If so, can we have your full name, we would like to put you on the list.”
Enter me freaking out. “OMG WHAAAAT!” I scream out loud. My friends all look up and ask whats going on. “How far is Palm Springs?!” I ask them.
So, I replied back that I was over 21 and told them my full name. Asked what time it started, and if I could bring a guest, etc. I replied with many thanks, and that I was super stoked for the show because Matt is my favorite.
“I know you love him, enjoy the show!” WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT IT?
As weird as it was, I didn’t care. I texted Jane and asked, “What are you doing Saturday?!”
So, 36 hours later I hopped in my car and drove down to her apartment. Ate a salad on the floor of her bedroom, then we were off to Palm Springs.
There was a fro-yo place next door to the bar in the casino the show was at. And I never say no to fro-yo. Sup, dinner.
This show goes into the books of one of those weird ones.
First, the opening girl was SO HORRIBLE. It sounded like bad karaoke. So bad that I was laughing. I don’t understand how she was on the line-up.
Then, Ryan Cabrera played next. He was really funny and I actually really enjoyed his set. I forgot how much I liked his music in the early 00’s.
Next was Matt. At this point everyone was drunk and being rude and loud. There was this table sitting to the left of us totally ignoring Matt’s set and just staring at their cell phones. Matt actually called them out on it, and most of them put them away.
Another song in, this one kid was STILL on his phone. Matt actually walked over to him and said, “What is happening on your phone that’s more important than being present in the moment right now? Give me your phone. Let me see.” OHHH DISS. He took the phone from the kid’s hand, which was locked so he couldn’t see what he was up to, but he then walked back onstage and put the phone in his back pocket. “I’m just going to hold onto this for the rest of the show. Your battery is down to 10% anyway. But my left ass cheek is so powerful that when I return your phone to you it’s going to be at least half charged.” Way to take a negative and make it a comedic moment. But also can I punch that kid?
I wish I could have talked to Matt after the show. And hugged him. I hate rude people.
We did talk to Aaron after the show though. At this point we had heard rumors about the summer tour with Train, and I was all, “So these rumors about THE FRAY AND TRAIN?!”
Aaron just gave me a look and said, “I can neither deny or confirm this.” Which meant…yes.
The next morning we went to my favorite restaurant in the world, Swinger’s Diner, and then we walked a mile and a half to burn it off and to feed my need of Dunkin Donuts. I stocked up on the K-Cups. Yes, I am one of those people helping pollute the world with plastic cups.
Then we made a trip to California Donuts to indulge in my fat kid needs. OMG SO GOOD AND I DON’T DO DONUTS BESIDES WHEN IN PORTLAND.
Look how festive my fat kid feast was, though!
SAN DIEGO ZOO!
SCARS ON 45!
They are not related to one another, by the way. Ha.
The zoo was a day off we had between the end of a bunch of Matt Nathanson radio holiday shows, and this round of Scars shows. Conveniently, Matt’s last show was in the San Diego area, and Scars was playing San Diego just two days later. Destiny.
I LOVE THIS ZOO.
Such a fantastic day. Besides my snotty cold face nose. Thank you Lisa, for hooking us up with free tickets!
This orangutan was the best thing in life. Beth and I were laughing to the point of tears. I had the excuse of too much cold medicine. Her name is Karen and she is amazing.
After the zoo, we headed to check into our hotel for the evening. We decided to stay closer to the downtown area, because our other hotel was about an hour north. We needed dinner by this point, so I took Beth to the fantastic Lucha Libre. Thanks again to Lisa, because she introduced me to this place a few years prior. I still want to bathe in the cilantro sauce.
We headed back to our hotel afterwards to relax. Only Beth and I don’t know how to sit still, even after walking around the zoo for 8 hours. After only an hour in our hotel room we got up and walked across the street to the strip mall, just to give ourselves something to do. After Beth bought a pair of shoes and I window shopped, it was 9 or 10pm at this point, so we decided to try and settle down. We are not sedative creatures, like those adorable koalas.
The following morning I woke up and still couldn’t breathe out of my nose. So after breakfast at the hotel, we checked out and off to find me some more medication. I ended up buying this nasal spray from Target. It burned like all hell, but hallelujah, I could breathe again!
I wasn’t full of much energy after that though, so I subjected Beth to just sitting around because I didn’t know what else to do in San Diego anyway.
Eventually we headed over to House of Blues where the first Scars on 45 show was that night. They were opening for Augustana and I was pretty damn excited about that, because I had been a fan of Augustana for years.
We bought our tickets from the box office, and then Dawn L and Tracy showed up. It happened to be Tracy’s birthday that night, so we decided to start the night off right and go to the bar for a drink.
I’m not sure if drinking while sick was a smart idea. But I did it regardless. Ha.
We also had dinner while we were there, and then headed out to hop into line. There weren’t many people there, and doors were soon. Hmmm. Jeanette met up with us and joked around and enjoyed the company until it was time to head in.
Once inside, we claimed our favorite spots: front row. Half of the band walked by at that point and came up to say hello. I had started using a new hair product, and both Chris and Nova told me I smelled good while giving me a hug. Note to self: shea butter forever.
We watched Scars from up front, then headed to the back during Augustana. And then I ran away from the girls when they played my favorite song “Fire”. (I had warned them that if Augustana played it, I’d probably disappear.)
We were talking to Scars at one point, and they had asked me how many Matt shows I had went to in the last week. “Is this the only show you’re seeing us at, or are you jumping back on the Nathanson tour, Joslyn?” Danny accused me of. THAT WAS ONE SUMMER TOUR. GET OVER IT!
Aimee was talking to us about the zoo, and we were telling her about the orangutan.
“Oh yeah, I saw that photo. I thought to myself, which one is the monkey, and which are the girls?” CHEEKY LITTLE BEEOTCH. HA.
We stayed until about the encore, then decided to head out a little early. We drove to our hotel in Pasadena, and after it was midnight and no longer Tracy’s birthday, we went to sleep.
The next morning we checked out the complimentary breakfast at the hotel. There wasn’t much of an option so we just got a little something small to snack on to hold us over, (I just wanted coffee, and it came out of a machine and was horrible) and decided to just go to a restaurant for brunch.
We had a FANTASTIC brunch, and we decided to head on over to LA, because traffic would start soon and we’d rather already be in the area than stuck in a car.
BUT FIRST…cupcakes. It was a buy one, get one day at Sprinkles, and just like last time I saw Scars in SoCal, I wanted my fat kid fix. Nom nom nom.
We ended up at the Galleria in Glendale aka fancy ass mall. And as we were walking to Sprinkles, I saw Bethany Joy Lenz having lunch! I was a huge One Tree Hill fan so I was all oh em gee on the inside, but I wasn’t going to bug her because she was with her family. She’s so cute though.
I ended up getting a cupcake sundae and OMG. Every fat kid’s dream right there. I hated myself a little bit for it. We texted Amber that we were at Sprinkles because Amber is obsessed like us, and she basically replied back that she hated us. I think Beth got a photo of Amber with a knife saying she’d stab her. Hahaha. True friendship.<3
We wandered around downtown LA for a bit. We were sitting in a cafe and I can’t even remember how we had ended up there, but there were a lot of fancy cars and people on walkie talkies and signs saying something about filming next door.
As we were leaving, we asked the security guard what it was for, but he wouldn’t say. But then this other girl we passed whispered to us, “We’re filming the Mindy Project” and we were all like OH MY GOD AWESOME.
(No sightings of Mindy though. But it’s cool to know someone from the show was right in there, though.)
We headed back towards the area of the venue to find dinner. We ate at this place next door. Happy hour, what up. (Again, not sure if I should have had a drink while sick. I’m not such a smart cookie sometimes. But I just wanted a be a cool kid…)
After spilling BBQ tofu down myself (fail) we hopped into the forming line.
Steve was awesome though and made sure that 1) we had our tickets BEFORE doors and 2) that the venue let us in before the doors even opened. Only us…only Steve. #spoiled
We chatted with the band on and off as they passed through. At one point Danny came over to hug me, and Augustana was playing a slow song I loved.
“I LOVE this song.” I said.
“Let’s slow dance,” we swayed for a moment. “Joslyn, we are horrible dancers.” HAHA. Agreed.
As we were standing around, Austin appeared! He wasn’t playing with the band during this tour, which made me sad, but since he lived in LA (he’s relocated to Nashville now) he came out to support the band.
I hugged that kid big time. We chatted for several minutes, but he had to head home early to get back to his wifey.
We stuck around until the end of the show. The band did not. So once again the merch was left in our possession. They better love us.
We loaded up the car and then stayed awake talking and laughing for probably much longer than we should have. Beth had to Uber it to the airport at something crazy like 5am. We spooned for a bit (aww, wifey love!) and then went to sleep.
I think I died this day and lived to tell the tale. I woke to Beth already having been gone. Sniff. I was feeling like I had a headache, so I just laid on the bed for a bit. Then, I started feeling nauseous.
I took a shower and tried to shake it off. Dawn L was heading down to get breakfast, and I joined her so I could have toast to try to make my stomach feel better. Yeah, no. As soon as we walked into the lobby the smells of breakfast made me almost throw up instantly.
Well this was just fabulous. It was a 6 hour drive to San Francisco, and since I had met up with Dawn L and Tracy in SoCal, we were in separate cars, so I was driving up solo. This day would be torture.
We stopped at a Target before we hit the road so I could buy some anti-nausea medicine.
OKAY. So lets count how many times I had to buy drugs on this trip. 1. Cold medicine from Vegas to San Diego. 2. Nasal spray while in San Diego. 3. Emetrol for nausea for the drive to San Francisco. I WAS LIKE A PHARMACY. What ails you, cause I got it folks.
The Emetrol said to take it every 15 minutes until the nausea subsided, and halfway through the drive I had taken half the bottle and I was still feeling disgusting. The girls had stopped at a Starbucks for drinks, and I ordered a hot tea hoping that’d help. Nope. Two sips and I was done. I also attempted to eat half a banana just because I had NOTHING in my system, and that was also a bad decision.
Death was nearing. A friend had called me while driving, and I told her that I thought I was dying. She told me to find pineapple, of all things, because that apparently helps with upset stomachs.
We had stopped at a rest area, and I almost decided to drive home instead of to San Francisco at that point. I was feeling ALL THE NAUSEA and I was sweating and getting the watery mouth. Tracy told me I looked horrible. I told her I needed to find pineapple somewhere.
“We have dried pineapple!” Dawn L said. (OMG!) They gave me a handful, I took a deep breathe in, and back on the road we went.
I was so afraid to even try it. But I slowly nibbled on those pineapple pieces and…IT WORKED?! MAGICAL FRUIT I LOVE YOU.
Once we got to San Francisco, I felt like the nausea had even happened. I was still reluctant to eat anything though. I swear I had the plague of some sort. BUT I WAS ALIVE.
I don’t know how I stood during that show, considering I had 5 pieces of dried pineapple and a half bottle of water the entire day. I am such a fucking trooper.
Afterwards, we decided to not stay through Augustana. This was the day California was supposed to have “Hella Storm” and I wanted to drive home before it hit, or my health started going more downhill.
The band had wanted to start driving to Portland that night, but we called them all crazy and told them not to do it. Danny asked me how long of a drive it was for me. “You’re a machine. If Joslyn can drive all these hours, so can we.” I think this does describe me well. Especially this trip. But still, don’t drive to Portland.
We said goodbye to the band before we left, and that we’d see them on The Rock Boat in about 6 weeks.
“Oh, is that for me?” I joked.
“We’re not bloody Maroon 5, Joslyn.” Hahaha. (Adam gave me a guitar a year and a half ago.)
We said another round of goodbyes, and then parted our ways. Luckily, Hella Storm held out until the following morning. I attempted to go to work the following day, and got sent home after 2 hours of arriving. My superpower machine-ism ran out had an expiration date, apparently. As crazy as the end was, I’d do it all over again if I had to.
“Dude. What did you do to that?! Everyone is going to be all, ‘what happened to the doughnut?!” I said to him.
I had contemplated just staying awake and pulling an all nighter, but after I got off the plane, I drove an hour home from the airport, showered, and then worked a half day at work. I dunno how I got through that shift. It must have involved multiple ounces of caffeine. Oh…and the doughnut that I had brought back with me. Don’t worry, it was in a plastic baggie, I didn’t just throw it in my backpack. Doughnut quota for the year met in just 3 days…
Train was the headliner for the evening. I feel like we’ve seen Train a million times over the past year. Pat Monahan must think, “These bitches always up front at my shows, but bitches don’t know the words to my songs” hahaha.
That hotel was SWANKY, and Jane and I totally felt out of place waiting for it to begin. But I am a lady and expected this so I wore a dress. But I also wore cat tights, because…yes.
Andrew blessed us northern California kids with not one, but TWO San Francisco shows.
At this point of my life, I still had two jobs. The shows were on a Friday and Saturday, so I had initially planned on only going to the Friday evening show. But this was also around the time I decided to quit said second job, so I said eff it, Stubhubbed a ticket to the sold out Saturday show, and asked for the entire weekend off to go to both. Priorities = life.
I worked a half day at the library on Friday, then headed into the city early to beat traffic. I sat myself in line on the sidewalk and waited until Yvonne got off of work a few hours later. While waiting for her, Andrew had walked by while on the phone, and when he spotted me his eyes got all big and he waved furiously. So cute. I love him. You’re welcome for the rental car, still. 😉
There were two openers on this leg of the tour. The first was Junior Prom. We did not like them. At all. No.
The second was Hunter Hunted. Yvonne said this band was “her other Parachute” (meaning she’s seen them a dozen times without even trying to; both bands always open for other bands she’s gone to see.) They were actually enjoyable, and I didn’t feel like shooting myself in the face anymore. I wouldn’t mind if I kept seeing them accidentally.
Andrew was finally next. He is so freaking good I can’t even describe it. And this new album is FANTASTIC. I love him. He’s magical. 12 years of love. The end.
Andrew always comes out after shows, so we decided to wait around to say hi. As we were waiting, a familiar face started walking down the street, and right as I figured out who it was, “MS. JOSLYN!” was yelled.
Ayappa! He works for Vanguard Records which Andrew is now signed to. I’ve known Ayappa since 2009; Matt Nathanson is on the same label and since I show up well, everywhere, Matt’s old tour manager introduced us as a show. That guy is the coolest. We chatted for a bit before he had to leave, and then we said our hellos to Andrew.
We told Andrew we had a dream tour that consisted of him, Matt, and Scars on 45. He then went on and on about how Scars is amazing and how he had this INSANE night out with Stu. Then we all “Aww. Stu…” and had a moment since he is no longer in the band. 😦
Here is a crappy cell phone photo. There is a better one that Yvonne took for me on her camera, but even though I’ve been harassing her for it for FIVE MONTHS, she is a mean friend and still hasn’t sent it to me. :p
Yvonne realized they had the Ghostbusters ones, so we went through the 24 hour drive through since it was 1am and then like fat kids we bought some to share and were happy. (Just so you know…they were not good. SO SWEET that we took a bite and threw them away.)
The next morning we laid around like lazy people in sugar comas, then we decided to go do things before the show. Yvonne fed me breakfast, then we headed out to go vinyl shopping at Amoeba records. All I bought was a Justin Timberlake vinyl. No judging.
We went to some random pizza place we walked by afterwards because it smelled delicious (it was) and we were beginning to get hungry. We then didn’t care what else we did for the remainder of the day (we are so exciting) so we went and parked in front of the venue and people watched until there was a line. Once people started lining up, we made a quick ice cream run (hi, pumpkin!) then headed back to jump in the line.
Andrew had walked out and started to talk to everyone in the line. He asked how we liked the show the night before and as I was praising it, Yvonne flat out says “THE SMOKE MACHINE KILLED US.” Ha. It did, and it sucked, but I wasn’t going to mention it. But maybe that was a good thing, because that night the smoke machine was out…but never turned on. Thanks, Andrew! I like breathing!
Show #2 was just as awesome as the night before. So glad I choose concerts over being responsible and working. Ha. 😉
But sometimes, the crazy in you decides you can attend both if you’re really committed. Oh, am I committed. Beware, if you choose to attempt this, these are LONG days and only the most experienced concert fans can pull it off.
The night before the longest concert day ever, I worked until 11:30pm. Boo, side waitressing job. Then, I hopped into my car and drove two hours to San Francisco to Yvonne’s place to where she and Jane were sleeping away. I was jealous of their full night sleep. I showered the scent of dirty diner off of me, and then finally went to sleep at around 2am.
At 6am, the alarm went off (I hate myself) and we got ready and then headed over to Golden Gate Park where Nina and Caroline had been holding spots for us. (Thank you, ladies!)
Show one: Matt Nathanson playing a radio gig.
Doors were at 10am, and that is just too early with no sleep. Even after finding coffee, I felt like a huge ball of tired.
Matt played third, after Lindsey Stirling and American Authors. Meh to those first two.
But Matt? I love that dude.
I wasn’t staying for Neon Trees who were headlining, because I had to get to my second show. And that made me a little sad because I super enjoyed them when I saw them open for Maroon 5 a few years back.
As we were leaving, I noticed there was a It’s It booth, and they had the PUMPKIN FLAVOR. I had been looking for this for weeeeks. Finally, it was mine.
After shoving my face with ice cream, (and half of Yvonne’s because she couldn’t eat all of hers. Yes that was my lunch and dinner) I hopped into my car and drove an hour and a half to Sacramento.
Show two: Parachute and Matt Wertz.
Luckily Carrie and Lois had bought VIP tickets and had early entry and saved me a spot up front. (I wanted VIP but didn’t know if I’d make it on time and didn’t want to risk the $50.) Thanks to my ladies for holding me a spot, part two!
Mikey Wax was the first opener. Up next was Matt Wertz. Um. Why didn’t anyone tell me I should have seen Wertz sooner? I LOVED him. Totally adorable. And funny. And wonderful.
Parachute was next, and this may have been the best show I’ve seen them play. That also makes me really sad to say, because Nate and Alex are gone, and my heart still feels a little void. Sniff.
After the show, Matt Wertz was wandering around so I had to talk to him. He is hilarious. I may have dropped the F bomb a few too many times when talking to him, though. I get excited. And it happens.
After chatting up the Wertz for several minutes, I hopped into my car and drove the 3.5 hours home. BRUTAL is the only word to describe that drive. The last hour I thought I was going to have to pull over and take a nap in my car. But, like the road warrior that I am, I pushed through it (seriously though kids, please don’t drive drowsy. It’s not safe.) and face planted into my bed the moment I stepped into my bedroom.
Two shows in one day. You were good.
In September, a 4 day trip to see four Scars on 45 shows turned into a six show trip.
Let’s me tell the story of this good luck.
The first stop on the trip was San Francisco. I had nicely persuaded Leah to fly from Seattle to attend all the shows with me, so early the first morning I drove up to the city to pick her up. And it’s a good thing I picked her up early!We had stopped at a Target close by to pick up some travel sized items she couldn’t carry on the plane when an email from KFOG, a local radio station was sent out saying we won tickets into a private Scars show that was in TWO HOURS.
Yvonne happened to be close by and we had planned on getting lunch with her, so we invited her since she wasn’t able to go to the show that night. At the same time, Tara had called to ask what time I was heading into the city, and I was all, “We’re here now…can you be in less than two hours?!” So BAM, plus ones acquired under 5 minutes.
Yvonne, Leah and I enjoyed lunch and then headed over to the KFOG studios to enjoy the first bit of Scars. There was SO MUCH traffic for it being in the middle of the day, and I freaked out that we were going to miss it (and Leah stuck her head out of the car to wave at cars that we were cutting them off, ha!) But we made it (barely) and it was fun.
We also got on the subject of tattoos. Danny noticed one of mine and had asked if it was new (um. that’s been there for YEARS, Bemrose…)
“No. But I’m getting another Matt tattoo on Tuesday!”
“Oh what are you getting, his face?” *Glare*
After we left the studio we wasted time by wandering around SF for a bit (I made everyone go into a library) then just decided to head to the venue. We hung out until doors opened where Dawn L and Tracy met up with us, where we claimed our front row spots. Yes.
After Scar’s set, we headed to the back because none of us know any Better Than Ezra songs. Sorry, boys. We basically hung around merch all night. There was so much pot smoking going on, that I think I got a second hand high. My dancing around with the t-shirts, and sudden craving for waffles kinda helped confirm that suspicion.
The band left the merch for us to be in charge of, because they were having van issues and had to drive to LA that night to fix it. After we packed it all up, we then headed back to Dawn L and Tracy’s to sleep.
Dawn L had prior commitments, so San Francisco was the only show that she able to attend. Sad. So the next morning we loaded up the merch into my car and Leah, Tracy and I headed to LA.
There was a huge festival happening 2 blocks down from where that show was going on, so we had given ourselves a few extra hours just in case. Of course, not a big deal at all.
That lead us with extra hours to kill, so we headed to get something to eat. Which lead to happy hour. By the time the band arrived and we handed off the merch to them our first buzz wore off…so we hit up the happy hour at House of Blue for round two. Ha.
By times door opened, I think Tracy and I were at a combined total of 11 drinks. This was 3 too many for me, so I was tipsy and happy. (Happiest drunk alive, that’s me!)
The following morning we were lazy until check out. We had nothing planned for the day other than the show, so we checked out our options of what was around us (nothing) then sat around. We’re so fun…we ended up wasting enough time that we could check into our next hotel for the night (we were using points for free nights, so we had a different hotel every night) and then I really really needed caffeine more than I needed food so I left Leah and Tracy at a restaurant while I caffeinated myself. It was a Starbucks BOGO hour, and sometimes you gotta share…with yourself.
We took it easy on the drinking this night. Ha. After Scar’s set, we headed up to hang out at the merch table. It stayed quiet pretty much the entire BTE set, so we just watched Disneyland’s fireworks display, and chatted.
Oh. My God. Stop. I can’t handle the cute. So then switched from laughing to just standing there going, “Awwww….” Chris came over and I showed him Matt’s reply. He just rolled his eyes. I’m pretty sure he’s just jealous because Matt didn’t call HIM pretty. 😉
Later Danny and Aimee came over and I said, “Hey Danny. Matt has a question for you!” I showed him and he laughed.
“Matt Nathanson just tweets you?” he asked me in awe. Uh…maybe if you were on the Twitter, Bemrose, he’d tweet you too…
So we’re chatting with Danny and Aimee, and then all of a sudden Aimee asks, “So, you guys think that Danny looks better now that we’ve been doing T25?” (T25 is a workout program. Those kids are RIPPED beyond belief.) I stare at her because she knows I have a crush. I stare and say nothing. Then I start laughing because she points to me and nods her head yes. Brat. I’m just gonna sit here and crush silently, thank you very much. (I’m sure he knows anyway.)
After the show, we headed to In N Out, because yes. We need In N Out at midnight.
The last day of the trip included another double. Leah and I had won ANOTHER radio gig, so we had an early morning drive down from Anaheim to San Diego for the noon radio gig.
So this radio thing was ODD. Basically it was Leah, Tracy, myself and two other people. Plus the staff of the radio station. In a small room. Where they stuck us about 4 feet in front of the band. Basically it was a staff meeting and us. Hahaha.
After our staff meeting, we had a ton of time to kill, so we headed off to find food. Oh, and cupcakes. Fat kid always. Sprinkles for the win!
We had more time to kill, so we wandered around Solana Beach for a few hours. And still had time to kill. So we just hung out around the venue. (I swear we are exciting people. This trip we did a lot of lazy. It happens.) But we were joined by Jane and Jeanette so we had extra company to make the time go faster.
We all enjoyed Scars’ set, then headed to the back of the venue during BTE. For some reason, their set seemed epically long that night. The venue isn’t that big to begin with either, so we didn’t really have room to wander around anywhere.
12 hours later they wrapped up their set (that’s exaggeration guys) and we said our goodbyes to the band. Which is never fun. 😦
I had been contemplating seeing them in Vancouver and Portland a few weeks later, and when Danny asked when he’d see us all next, I mentioned I had been thinking about those shows.
“Thinking about it Joslyn? No. You’re going. We’ll see you there.”
And I basically was like, “OKAY” #damnyoucrush
Aimee asked how far the drive home was the next day.
“Is it five hours?” she asked.
“Oh I wish. It’s almost 8 home.”
“You are mental!”
“You don’t call me a West Coast Mental for nothing…”
We checked into our hotel and maybe slept for 4 hours. I like to call these nights a long nap. Ha.
Leah had an early flight out of San Diego, so we dropped her off at 5am, then we headed back north for the long trek to Monterey. Tracy and I hit the fantastic LA morning traffic (UGH) and were sleep deprived and crazy, so we pretty much laughed about everything. Sometimes, delirious is fun though. Especially when you spend it with the right people.
So. I’m not sure why, but it seems every time I try to get on a plane out of Monterey to see Matt Nathanson, something always goes wrong. Note to self: don’t fly out of Monterey anymore, even if it’s more convenient and cheaper at the time.
I had bad feelings all morning about my 3:30pm flight. Then, as my sister is driving me to the airport, I get a text message saying my flight was delayed. Well, that’s fabulous considering that my layover was only 45 minutes long.
Luckily I was the first on my flight to arrive at the airport, so I walked right up to the counter to figure out what was going on. The guy working looked up my itinerary and said, “Oh you. You were the difficult layover one.” OH. YAY ME.
So what was supposed to have me leaving at 3:30pm and arriving in Detroit at 1:00am, I left at 5:45pm and arrived in Detroit at 6am. UNEXPECTED RED EYES SUCK ASS. So do 4 hour layovers in Los Angeles. I wanted to cry. And sleep. Sleep cry.
So, Amber and Beth picked me up at airport 6am, and took me back to the hotel where Ams was waiting, and where I was supposed to have slept. Sob. I took a quick shower, and then we ate the complimentary breakfast at the hotel. My body was confused. So confused that somehow in the shower I had a fight with my razor and took a huge chunk out of my finger. Five months later and the scar is still there is prove it. Whoops.
We headed to Pittsburgh and swung by the airport to get Yvonne. Then we were off to find me band aids because I had been bleeding through the ones the hotel gave me. Starting off the trip as a hot mess, check!
After I bought myself some Mickey Mouse band aids (because if I was gonna have to rock first aid, I was gonna do it in STYLE) we headed over to the venue because we get everywhere way too early.
We then had a picnic lunch on the stairs. Stood kids afraid to leave the stoop!
Long story short, half of us were guest listed for this show. And we had seats that we were not so thrilled about. (Can you say we are spoiled? Yes.) Nina and Caroline showed up after doors were opened, and they and Yvonne had general admission pit tickets up front. So, you know, we took turns borrowing everyone’s tickets and all ended up in pit…(Can you say spoiled again? Yes. HA.)
Half of the shows on this leg of the tour were headlining. This was one of them. This second half of the tour Andrew McMahon was opening instead of Mary Lambert, and I have been listening to him since high school. 12 years, my friends. That’s even longer than I’ve been listening to Matt. So this show was made for me. In a library. Andrew and Matt.
Matt spotted us individually. He gave Beth and Ams the “oh hi!” look, Amber got the excited look as well, and I got the double take “holy shit!” look. Which made the entire red eye craziness worth it.
We did the m&g after the show because that is our thing. (FYI I used the same wristband for all 13 shows. I win. And am a cheater. Ha.)
“I knew you would be here. And you. and you. But I didn’t know YOU would be here!” he said pointing my way when we walked up to him. I love his excitement. I was so out of it that day, I can’t even really remember anything else I said to him. Sleep deprivation at it’s finest. I do know I said, “You have us until the end of the tour.” and he just BEEMED. Seriously, how he’s not sick of me…
We ran into Andrew outside, and said hi to him. I love him, I love him, I love him.
I think we drove to Cleveland that night. I can’t be sure though because I probably fell asleep on the drive? Man, I can’t remember shit anymore. AND this blog might be 7 months overdue. Whoops. I need to start keeping a concert journal since I can never keep up with my own life.
I remember it rained a ton in Cleveland. Like, sunny bright skies and then BAM RAIN FOR DAYS. Luckily we had wandered around a bit and caffeinated and cupcaked ourselves before the rain happened.
(OMG those cupcakes…)
We waited in line in this weird alley way hallway deal. It was hot as shit. I may have done pilates and yoga and planks while waiting. You know, to balance out the cupcakes?
That night’s show was being broadcasted on Yahoo, and I got SO MANY TEXTS that my face was ALLLLL over the entire night. And apparently I am “cute and flirty” when I sing. Oh no. I am one of those girls?! *face palm* Sorry internet you had to see me like that. I never watched it online because I’m afraid of hating myself for it. Haha.
After the show we waited for the m&g, and when I walked up to Matt he was like, “OMG, look at your outfit! You look awesome!” We chatted about really random stuff, “If you were a stripper, you could wear tassels!” (Don’t ask) Before I was saying goodbye, he said to me really concerned, “Oh man. You guys have a long drive tonight!” and I assured him it was okay, we were only driving halfway (which was still about 4 hours and sucks all the sucks) Beth talked to him after I, and as I was walking away, I heard him say to her, “I have that same dress!” Nerd.
So, off we were to drive halfway to Clifton Park, New York. Which is basically nothing land. The venue was in a STRIP MALL, conveniently placed between a church and a tattoo parlor. Huh. Interesting.
At one point of the day, Andrew McMahon was walking by with his wife, baby and dog. He noticed my Starbucks cup and asked where the closest one was. There was literally nothing close for a mile or so and we told him that. “Man, where ARE we?” he asked.
‘We have a rental car. You could borrow it.” I semi-joked.
“Wait, are you serious?!” I looked at Amber because it was booked under her name.
“As long as you don’t crash it,” she told him.
“I have insurance!” he exclaimed.
So. Andrew McMahon took our rental car to Starbucks. Ha. (And he was totally speeding back through the parking lot) BUT, he is the NICEST GUY EVER because he brought back a $25 gift card for us! The PSL came back in season two days later, so you know what we used that for.
The east coast Jocelyn was joining us on the part of the trip, so it was fun having a huge almost-everyone-from-on-the-cruise reunion.
This night’s show was SPECTACULAR. Andrew walked out and mouthed to us, “Thanks for the coffee!” (adorbs) and Matt was just all over the place amazing. This video from this show actually went viral about 2 weeks ago. Crazy.
Funny story. I had ran out of deodorant that morning (sucks) and halfway through the set Matt says: “So I ran out of deodorant today…” which we all start laughing hysterically about. I’m like ME TOO, WE’RE GROSS.
So for this meet and greet we decided to take a group photo. Kudos to Beth for picking my fat ass up. We also decided to turn the cards and had Matt take a photo with us and Paul. Haha. They loved it.
Amber and I asked Matt to write out lyrics for us to get tattooed, and he had us wait until the end so he could take his time. So we sat at this table and got to watch everyone else interact with him, which was a ton a fun. People watching is the best.
Matt is apparently a perfectionist, because he wrote mine, re-wrote a word, and then wrote Amber’s. Decided hers looked totally better than mine, so he wrote mine out again. At least I had options? Ha.
We were the only ones left so then we all stood around and talked for a long time. The Andrew car incident got brought up and Matt just yells, “You guys have the BEST stories!” Well yeah. A lot of shit happens when we follow you for days on end. Ha.
So that night we drove to the middle of somewhere New York and slept in a CABIN. A legit fucking cabin, well water and everything! I wanted to stay there for more than just a slumber. So peaceful and amazing. Can we go back?
So after waking up in a cabin, we ate at this fantastic breakfast place that JC used to go to as a kid. Um. Food porn. Here you go. So worth the drive.
We then headed off to Boston. Stopped at another childhood spot of JC’s for ice cream. Um. There would be a photo if I wasn’t too busy shoving it in my face. Sorry. It was Nutella-y and PB and delicious.
We went to the venue and sadly we all had seats all over the place from one another. Yvonne and I decided to treat ourselves and bought front row tickets on Stubhub. Um. This was a really fantastic idea, because when Andrew walked out, we were in a “sweet spot” (aka Yvonne’s magical-perfect Andrew viewing spot.)
After his set, we went to go find him again. Love.
This was a bit of a “homeshow” for Matt, and I’m glad to say that I finally saw him in Boston.
We headed to the meet and greet after, and instead of us going up to him, he comes strolling over to our group and just says, “What’s up, friends?!”
The conversation we had was HILARIOUS. I can’t write about it, because it was mostly personal family stuff and those aren’t my stories to share. But just know…it’s funny shit. Oh I can probably write that he thinks his cat is gay. I’ll leave you to ponder that. Ha.
That night our hotel was close by (YAY) but we still didn’t get to sleep in because we were doing an early radio gig before the show the following morning.
On the way to Cape Cod, we stopped at Marylou’s, this coffee place in Massachusetts I’ve been reading about through a blog for YEARS. Um…PEANUT BUTTER COFFEE? Fuck me, it was perfection, and I’m still trying to recreate it at home.
For the radio gig, it was a win your way in kinda deal. And basically…we were told to just “show up” and we’d be let in. How many times can I say spoiled in one post? A ton. SPOILED. Dedication gets you into everything…
Both Matt and Gavin performed at this. Matt went first, and then there was a “meet and greet” Ha.
JC and I wanted to take a “Jo(ce)(s)lyn sandwich” so we went to talk to Matt together. When we said something about him being between two Jo(ce)(s)lyns, he looked at both of us, got this huge grin and said, “I love my Jo(ce)(s)lyns!” Cue the “awww” We also talked about spooning. (JC woke up that morning and apparently I was really close to her face. My bad.) Matt laughed and said, “I do that with Aaron sometimes!” I am the only one who likes to spoon.
Gavin went next, after a food break. Where it was nothing but snacks that were non-vegetarian. And I was on the verge on being hangry. It could have gotten ugly.
After Gavin we went to take photos with him for the hell of it, and he asked, “Have we met before?” and I’m like, “Yes, we’ve met multiple times” (back in 2003 I actually did love him, then was turned off after he was douchey a few times to me and a friend in 2004) to which he said, “I KNEW I knew you from somewhere!” (I’m also thinking, “you probably remember me from June and last night when I was like, this is awkward, yeah please don’t sing in my face…”)
After Gavin, we went to find (real) food. And then we went to the beach and decided to take a nap. To which this bird just STARED US DOWN. I think we were all tired and delirious at this point, because for some reason it seemed hilarious at the time.
The Cape Cod setup was…weird. Rotating stage. At first I was like, “This is awesome!” but after it rotated and you were staring at back of heads and butts for 10 minutes, you get over it.
Between sets, we went to find Andrew. Love that kid.
After show; meet and greet. I walk into huge open arms, even though he had seen my face the last few nights AND we had just talked to him less than 10 hours earlier that day.
“What does your jacket say? Oh, it says The Rock Boat. Dude. I’m just reading your boob right now. I’m a boob reader!” (Oh. My. God. DORK.)
“Um. I have no boobs to read, so whatever.” was my comeback, laughing. “I’m going to cry when this is over.” I continued.
“Dude, we live in the same state.” he said.
“Yeah. I should shut up, I see you next month in Golden Gate Park.”
13 shows is still apparently not enough shows. I am weird.
After we left we headed back to New York.
The last show of the tour was in Pomona, New York. It was a general admission show, so we decided to get in line early. And…it was hot. 90+ degree of hot, hot, hotness.
I have to take a moment to rave about how amazing the owner of the venue and his wife are. When they first arrived, they were surprised to see us in line already, melting in the direct sunlight. They brought us ice and cups of water after they asked if we needed anything and I screamed ICE. ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE ME. (I was serious. It would have dried in probably 20 seconds.)
Also, they took fantastic care of JC. JC has cerebral palsy, so they let us all go into the venue a half hour early so she could make it down the stairs and not get trampled on. The venue is a baseball stadium, so it is HUGE, and that extra time was needed. Also, they put her in front of us in front of the barricade. Kudos, because most venues put their handicapped sections off to the side or way up in the balcony. The owner even came up to JC between sets to make sure she was doing okay. That guy is AWESOME and won kudos in my book all day long.
Since we went in early, we got to watch part of Andrew’s soundcheck. We were still making our way down the stairs when he finished a song and we all “WOO-ed” to which he heard and asked, “Where is that coming from?” and when we WOO-ed again he said, “THIS IS THE BEST SOUND CHECK EVER.”
This show was also my 125th Matt show. Um. Who am I?
Ridiculously awesome, apparently. 😉
The actual show was a weird one. I won’t go into details, but people need to learn manners and not be dickheads and yell dickhead things at musicians when they perform. The end. Oh, also. I swallowed a bee then spit out my beer, which happened to get on JC. SORRY JC I DIDN’T WANT TO DIE. Damn bees flying around landing in drinks.
The meet and greet was also a strange one. The venue was being super assy about +1s, and we had to leave half of the girls behind before the woman who had been helping out with us all day asked if we were doing okay.
“NO. They wouldn’t let us bring the whole group.”
She looked at the security guard and said, “Well go get the rest of their friends.” Wait for it…spoiled.
We said our goodbyes to Matt, and got a “family” photo. End of tour always makes me sad.
We lingered in the parking lot and avoided saying goodbye to everyone as long as possible. Then we were off to find our hotel in Newark. We may or may not have drove the wrong way on the freeway, ON PURPOSE, because we couldn’t find the hotel entrance going the correct way. We’re risk takers, its cool. We also drove around Newark in the middle of the night to find food. Rebels. We didn’t care we were in the ghetto.
We took a nap, and then Yvonne and I woke up before 5am to go to the airport to catch ass crack early flights. Bleh.
Luckily, I was on the same first flight as Nina and Caroline, so I had company the first stretch of the trip. Even though all 3 us slept the entire flight. Tour exhaustion.
They live in Denver, so I parted ways with them at my layover.
It wasn’t until I was sitting alone in the Denver airport that it hit me: tour was over, I had said goodbye to everyone, and I was sad. A sad sap, I teared up because that is apparently what I do every time I say goodbye to these girls I share all these memories with now. They have my heart. ❤
I caffeinated myself and boarded my second flight. Home.