Keight Beaven

(Is anyone but me ever going to read this? Doubtful. So why do I address you?)

Anyways, the pilot episode has Angela going out with Rayanne to Les Bolt.  This is a club and they are 16.  RayAnne ends up getting totally wasted and almost assaulted outside the bar in the parking lot.  And they two leave in a cop car.  The next day at school, RayAnne is telling everyone what a “time” they had, to which Angela responds, “Yeah, we had a time.”

Then the camera starts spinning and I get sad the show is over.  Poop.

So last night We Had A Time.  In real life.  

Jane’s Addiction played a reunion show with all the original members at La Cita downtown.  Jeremy’s cousin, Peter aka Disco Stu, was hitting on Aimee at the Short Stop on Tuesday night.  He invited us to the show as he owns part of La Cita.  He said we couldn’t tell a soul, but the next day it was everywhere on the internet.

Aimee came over after work on Thursday (I spent the day trying to study but being overwhelmingly exhausted for some reason.  Maybe its this early menopause bullshit thing, lets pray its not) and I made some craptastic reduced fat creamy mac- note to self: NEVER BUY THIS AGAIN- and we steamed veggies.  I shoved a small bottle of champagne in my purse, dropped my car off a the lofts and rode with Aimee to La Cita.

Once we arrived, there were two lines on each side of La Cita.  We walked past all the cracky looking people in line, and met Peter and Jeremy at Rocket Pizza by Bar 107 on 4th and Spring/Main.  I watched a little of the Devil Rays game, while texting Aimee about the fact Jeremy had no shirt on, just a jacket.  Why? I ask.

Once we walked back to La Cita, we are lead directly inside (bypassing the lines in the front) through the side door.  I ordered a Greyhound and so did Aimee.  We proceeded to drink this throughout the night, although I peppered my night with a Guiness and we did a champagne toast after the show.

Apparently, only 200 people could get in, and they were going to leave 43 of them outside on the porch.  Jeremy, Aimee and I headed inside and found THE MOST PERFECT SPOT stage left.  We had to take turns leaving the spot, one at a time, for an hour and a half.  Mary-Kate or Ashley Olsen was right behind us, and I’m not sure anyone was even paying attention to her.  Probably because there was a Marilyn Monroe slash Courtney Love looking skank right behind us.  She had a great dress, but unfortunately for her, someone else also had that dress.

I was very excited when the band took the stage.  I have never been a huge Jane’s Addiction fan.  I remember being in Indiana at my mom’s friend’s house (her son was so hot, and not there at the time) and I was in her son’s room for some reason.  I decided to check out his CDs and he was OBSESSED with Jane’s Addiction.  I wanted to steal his CDs because I hadn’t heard anything besides Been Caught Stealin’ or Jane Says.  I was always more into Porno for Pyros and I have never listened to Satellite Party and I hate RHCP beyond Blood, Sugar, Sex, Magic.  I actually remember driving in my moms car listening to the radio about how Dave Navarro was joining the Red Hot Chili Peppers and how it was a bad idea since he was such a drug addicted musician.  I think they mentioned Jane’s Addiction, but I hadn’t heard of them then so it didn’t stick.  

I’d like to go back to my like 8 or 9 year old self in that car and be like “Hey! Hey, guess what! in 20 fucking years you are going to be 5 inches from this guy and he is going to look hot as shit!  He is going to grab your friend’s face and kiss her cheek, and he is going to look hot.”

I noticed the set list before they came on and I was like “Oh, I know the last song.”  I immediately felt like a poseur for being there.  I mean, someone drove down from Canada for fuck’s sake.  I definitely wanted to see the show, I want to take part in any kind of musical history that involves the 90s since I love it and most of those bands are kaput.  But you know what? Once they started playing, it didn’t fucking matter that I wasn’t a huge fan because it was electrifying.  I felt like I was a fucking die hard fan while they were on stage.  The fucking bass player was so close to me that when I had to put a foot on stage to keep from falling, it was almost on his pedal and I thought many times throughout the show that he was going to hit me in the face with the end of the bass guitar!

Perry Ferrell was like 2 meters away from me AT THE MOST, but most of the time he was in my face and I was staring directly into his blue eyes as he sang directly to me.  I felt bad, again, for not knowing the words, but I didn’t care because it was so much fun.  The bass player tossed his towel at Jeremy, and I snatched it.  And when Dave Navarro started smoking on stage I was trying to motion to him to give me a drag.  Lets just say I was wasted.  I kept falling over from dancing so hard.

This was seriously an amazing show, words cannot define it properly.  And the fact that I saw such an influential bands from the 90s upclose and personal in a room of 200 people playing for the first time in 17 years is INSANE.  (Oh so math wise, I would have really been like 12 or 13 or something in the car) WHY DIDN’T I BRING MY CAMERA!

After the show, we continued to drink.  I grabbed a limited edition Shepard Fairey concert poster print for the show.  There are only 200 made.  I left it in Aimee’s car because when she dropped me off at my car at 145am, all I was thinking about was not wasting the popcorn I stole from the green room.    Aimee bit my hand, threw it out the window of her car and when I ran out to get it, she locked me out of the car!  I saved it, and munched it the whole drive home while talking to Tara.  

But yeah, after the show, I grabbed this poster, and sat down next to Tony something from No Doubt.  We started chatting about the Smashing Pumpkins show that I am going to on Sat which went like this:

Keight: This is insane! I love the 90s and to see Jane’s Addiction tonight and then Smashing Pumkins on Sat is like blowing my mind.

Tony: Yeah…wait…Smashing Pumpkins is playing on Saturday?  Where?

Keight: At this Gutar Hero party at Best Buy.

Tony: In LA?

Keight: Um yeah. 

Tony: How did I not know about this? How did you know about this?

Keight: My friend is throwing the party. I can email him tomorrow if you wanna go.  

Tony: I think I’ll be ok, but this is weird.  The guy that plays horns in my band-

Keight: I’m sorry what?

Tony: The guy that plays horns in m-

Keight: (moves closer) What? I’m sorry I can’t hear shit right now.

Tony: Its ok I can’t hear either. The guy that plays horns in my band is rehearsing with them and going to go on tour with them, so that’s why its weird I didn’t know about the show.  Are you sure?

Keight: yes. I have a barcode.

Then more topics floated about, and I have no idea how- politics, early voting, does voting count, was bush really elected, how come doesn’t he have an english accent if he was born there, no way he is indian, something about his band being from anaheim, and maybe even like bananas? I have no idea how we even started talking.

Aimee was outside later fighting with some dude named Adam’s friend about Jonas Brothers.  He called her retarded.  I know this because her phone called me and left it all on my voicemail.

We hit up the Green Room where I scared off Perry Ferrell by interrupting his conversation to bum a light from the guy he was talking to. It was rude, but I wanted to smoke.  Then I ate like all their chocolate covered strawbs, stole two packs of popcorn and a rose.

Crazy, mixed up, drunken night!  OH YEAH, and we were interviewed by the Boston Globe about Shepard Fairey- who I said was the modern Andy Warhol (stolen from Jeremy) and Aimee said something that he liked and her name was taken for source!

We definitely had a time =)