I’m going to begin where I left off (aka I can’t think of a witty line to start the entry out with). ^^;
First off, on Wednesday, I redyed the majority of my hair burgandy. If my dad hadn’t asked why I was taking so long in the bathroom, I would have been able to completely hide the fact… I waited until Thursday to dye my bangs magenta.
I had to work on Friday during the day, as I had the Styx concert to go to in the evening.
The excitement of the concert really didn’t set in until about half an hour before the doors opened. I’d heard earlier in the day that Head East couldn’t get along with Styx and had pulled out of the concert. I didn’t cry over that because honestly, I only wanted to go at all to see Styx. If Styx had been first, I would have left before Head East performed anyway. But I digress. I had to wait for my dad to get home, or else I’d have been at the Surf right when the doors goddam opened. But I was happy because this meant that Styx would be free to play a longer set.
Anyway. I was the good kind of nervous. I calmed down long enough to have a Smirnoff Ice, though.
Omg. I just about died when Styx finally came on. I first discovered Styx roughly ten years ago, when I was still in middle school. If I’d known back then that one day I would actually get to see my favorite member in the flesh… Yeah. I was starstruck. I was screaming and waving my hands in the air practically the entire time. I practically yelled/sang every word to every song, probably very loudly and off key, but I didn’t care. My arms actually got tired from taking so many pictures and giving the rock salute so many times.
The band sounded fantastic. Tommy sounded amazing, both with singing and on his guitar, and so did JY (in fact, when he sang Snowblind, if it hadn’t been for me knowing the song so well, I almost would have thought they were playing the recording).
I was slightly curious as to what the band would do about songs that Dennis DeYoung would have done the lead vocals on but Styx didn’t disappoint me. Lawrence Gowan is the keyboardist and the one singing Dennis’ parts, and let me be the first to say that I now have a huge mad rock star crush on him. And, I’m not usually one to admit when I think someone has a cute ass, but Mr. Gowan certainly posesses a posterior that is easy on the eyes. Heh.
I ended up getting a 3/4 long sleeved tee shirt that says Styx, property of rock n roll on the front, and renegade 08 on the back. It costed 40 bucks, which was more than I had anticipated, but I could afford. That left me with only 10 bucks to bring to the Renaissance Festival, but the date that my family’s going to that allows me to get paid again before hand, so I’ll just take a bit out of that one to bring along.
Before I forget, at one point in the concert, Tommy was talking about when he first got called to join Styx, and he said something about, if you have a dream of something you really want to do and you’re just keeping it to yourself, to go right on and put it out there, because you never know what could happen.
I think I’m going to take his advice with some of my photography. There’s a really awesome photographer in my area who takes senior pictures, wedding pictures, etc. He took my senior pictures, and we listened to David Bowie the whole time. He’s cool. I want to take in some of my work and get an opinion, and possibly see if I could shadow him or have some sort of opportunity to be his assistant or something. You know, get my foot in the door. I had talked of doing this before, and just a day or so before the concert, the family was talking about it at the dinner table, but I really think I’m going to start getting stuff together to actually come through and do that.
paycheck needs to pay for my medication refills, because I currently have one allergy pill left, and only a few generic zantacs left.
Anyway. My next paycheck will pay for my meds, a bit to take to the Fair, gas, and my savings account. I’ve said that before, but this time, I really mean it. I have no outstanding concerts or shit to keep extra out for.
Anyway. Because I expected to be out late for the concert, my brother worked Saturday morning for me. That left me free to go to Mason City with mom. She stopped at Goodwill, and I hit the fucking record jackpot that included FOUR albums by Night Ranger, a few soundtrack albums, a couple of random ones, and omg, one by The Who’s bassist, John Entwistle. The ‘Who’ fanatic in me freaked out. I don’t think his albums are all that easy to come by, but what do I know. lol.
Okay. So. Work lastnight was actually fun until the last like two hours, when I started getting swamped with all these awfully dirty and hard to clean dishes. I was in a bad mood. I didn’t get home until 11:30. Then I had to go to work this morning at 8am. I circulated between being in a good and bad mood today. The radio helped, as I’ve stated before. The radio was actually on a Who kick today, I heard like four songs by them. I ended up hearing “515” twice.
Well. That’s all she wrote for now.